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 Indonesia and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Alton Ellis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABC,
Judy Mowatt,
Oneida,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Görl,
Funky Four + One,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Techniques,
Harmonia,
Kerri Chandler,
Rod Modell,
DJ Style,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Sun City Girls,
Howard Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Vladislav Delay,
Whodini,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Count Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Jawbox,
The Skatalites,
Lindisfarne,
Quadrant,
kango's stein massive,
Stiv Bators,
Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Motorama,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Das Ding,
Minutemen,
Angry Samoans,
Faraquet,
The Stooges,
Japan,
The Dirtbombs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barry Ungar,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Association,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Lynne,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.