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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 CMW to the techno 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Connie Case,
This Heat,
Little Man,
Deadbeat,
The Barracudas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Motorama,
Man Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Cal Tjader,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Rotary Connection,
The Cowsills,
Joyce Sims,
Jacques Brel,
Amazonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moody Blues,
Maurizio,
John Foxx,
Severed Heads,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doobie Brothers,
Smog,
Bill Near,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brick,
Joe Smooth,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Bang On A Can,
the Association,
Sun Ra,
Alison Limerick,
Interpol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eve St. Jones,
T. Rex,
Cameo,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neu!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kayak,
Easy Going,
Alton Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Slick Rick,
In Retrospect,
Spoonie Gee,
Susan Cadogan,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.