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 Afghanistan and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Average White Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Zapp,
Erasure,
Tubeway Army,
Mad Mike,
A Certain Ratio,
Harmonia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Leonard Cohen,
These Immortal Souls,
Flipper,
Alphaville,
Deakin,
The United States of America,
The Dave Clark Five,
UT,
Stetsasonic,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry's Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Techniques,
Spandau Ballet,
Niagra,
The Buckinghams,
Schoolly D,
Severed Heads,
Alton Ellis,
Yazoo,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marvin Gaye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Golliwogs,
10cc,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Christie,
Angry Samoans,
Jacques Brel,
Rod Modell,
Aaron Thompson,
Arthur Verocai,
The Barracudas,
Pagans,
Matthew Halsall,
Rotary Connection,
Cybotron,
New Age Steppers,
Public Enemy,
The Dead C,
ABBA,
Prince Buster,
Bad Manners,
Hoover,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
The Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.