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 Niger and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peter and Kerry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Heaven 17,
Franke,
JFA,
Iggy Pop,
Brass Construction,
The Saints,
Toni Rubio,
Organ,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Osbourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amazonics,
Make Up,
The Modern Lovers,
One Last Wish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hashim,
Bluetip,
Bang On A Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonic Youth,
Graham Central Station,
the Germs,
Outsiders,
Mandrill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funkadelic,
Procol Harum,
The Names,
Crime,
Negative Approach,
John Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Bananas,
Aaron Thompson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bronski Beat,
Althea and Donna,
Roxette,
Oblivians,
Pierre Henry,
Goldenarms,
The Pop Group,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joyce Sims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sugar Minott,
Section 25,
Popol Vuh,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Hood,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.