Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kuwait and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Joensuu 1685 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
B.T. Express,
Nik Kershaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Donald Byrd,
Von Mondo,
Symarip,
Blake Baxter,
UT,
The Grass Roots,
Reagan Youth,
Davy DMX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Parry Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Moebius,
The Smiths,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra,
Goldenarms,
The Tremeloes,
Spandau Ballet,
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
The Index,
F. McDonald,
Anakelly,
Sarah Menescal,
Josef K,
Cecil Taylor,
the Germs,
Kurtis Blow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Byron Stingily,
The Music Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Model 500,
Sixth Finger,
The Litter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monolake,
Camberwell Now,
Carl Craig,
Siglo XX,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Morten Harket,
Hardrive,
The Saints,
Jandek,
FM Einheit,
Janne Schatter,
Moby Grape,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.