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 Tunisia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 ABBA to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Howard Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
Altered Images,
Au Pairs,
The Move,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gastr Del Sol,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fall,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Style,
Marine Girls,
World's Most,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cecil Taylor,
The Searchers,
Mad Mike,
Little Man,
Intrusion,
Janne Schatter,
The Kinks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aural Exciters,
The Tremeloes,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hoover,
Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül II,
Country Teasers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cowsills,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fluxion,
Unwound,
Depeche Mode,
Aswad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tres Demented,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Graham Central Station,
Second Layer,
The Associates,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Last Poets,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Stooges,
Q and Not U,
Traffic Nightmare,
Half Japanese,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.