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 Denmark and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 F. McDonald to the disco 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Massinfluence,
Neu!,
Terry Callier,
Eden Ahbez,
Parry Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Wolf Eyes,
Joyce Sims,
The Golliwogs,
Hashim,
Ludus,
The Associates,
Dual Sessions,
Sandy B,
Lungfish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Easy Going,
Black Moon,
Brick,
David McCallum,
Cameo,
Altered Images,
Gang of Four,
Derrick May,
Echospace,
Sällskapet,
Barbara Tucker,
Rotary Connection,
The Fuzztones,
Kaleidoscope,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cramps,
The Neon Judgement,
Yellowson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy Collins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Khruangbin,
The Cure,
Ronnie Foster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gichy Dan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Laurel Aitken,
Connie Case,
Wire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The J.B.'s,
The Happenings,
The Martian,
Oneida,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABC,
Deepchord,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.