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 Kosovo and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 Second Layer to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Young Rascals,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Terry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Monolake,
The Index,
Funkadelic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Laurel Aitken,
the Human League,
Kas Product,
Sight & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
Echospace,
The Fugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alice Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
Wire,
Brass Construction,
Mo-Dettes,
Los Fastidios,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
L. Decosne,
Joensuu 1685,
Shoche,
Black Bananas,
Crispian St. Peters,
PIL,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul Sonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Suburban Knight,
D'Angelo,
Main Source,
Robert Görl,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rekid,
Essential Logic,
Black Flag,
Swans,
The Busters,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Residents,
Royal Trux,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Hill,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.