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 Yemen and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Matthew Halsall to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül II,
CMW,
The Move,
Black Pus,
Buzzcocks,
Lalann,
Lungfish,
Babytalk,
The Searchers,
Yaz,
Duran Duran,
The Slackers,
Skarface,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABBA,
Todd Terry,
K-Klass,
Peter & Gordon,
Dennis Brown,
Symarip,
Sandy B,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ornette Coleman,
The Grass Roots,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Colin Newman,
Anakelly,
MC5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doors,
Section 25,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Gang Dance,
La Düsseldorf,
Trumans Water,
Bluetip,
Suburban Knight,
Shoche,
Zero Boys,
Cameo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Simply Red,
Warsaw,
Ten City,
One Last Wish,
Mission of Burma,
Gong,
Eli Mardock,
Jandek,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Althea and Donna,
The Gun Club,
Mars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.