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 Turkey and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 The Grass Roots to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Rod Modell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moss Icon,
Whodini,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cybotron,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Invisible,
Inner City,
D'Angelo,
Flipper,
Minor Threat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
Sarah Menescal,
Nico,
The American Breed,
Crooked Eye,
Circle Jerks,
Pulsallama,
June of 44,
The Blackbyrds,
Spandau Ballet,
Los Fastidios,
Negative Approach,
The Fortunes,
Mark Hollis,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Fraelich,
Max Romeo,
Average White Band,
Magma,
Boz Scaggs,
H. Thieme,
Infiniti,
Joey Negro,
The Fire Engines,
the Association,
Con Funk Shun,
Rosa Yemen,
Connie Case,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-101,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Godley & Creme,
Deadbeat,
Kas Product,
Joyce Sims,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Standells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.