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 Micronesia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Searchers to the disco 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Girls At Our Best!,
MDC,
Crooked Eye,
The Sonics,
Unwound,
Lucky Dragons,
the Association,
Skriet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flash Fearless,
Supertramp,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Modern Lovers,
Yazoo,
Oblivians,
Kayak,
Black Moon,
Q65,
Cluster,
The Gories,
Erykah Badu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultravox,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Toni Rubio,
Ice-T,
CMW,
Pantaleimon,
Scan 7,
DJ Style,
Tom Boy,
Marc Almond,
Zapp,
the Normal,
Barry Ungar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Order,
The Blackbyrds,
Minny Pops,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Animal Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Byrd,
Josef K,
Guru Guru,
Marine Girls,
The Index,
Blancmange,
Franke,
Alphaville,
Spandau Ballet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.