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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Pharoah Sanders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dennis Brown,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moleskins,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aloha Tigers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eurythmics,
Kerri Chandler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vainqueur,
Tubeway Army,
Gang of Four,
The American Breed,
Hashim,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Smooth,
B.T. Express,
Porter Ricks,
Althea and Donna,
Grey Daturas,
Stetsasonic,
Deepchord,
Dead Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dead C,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers,
Suburban Knight,
Roxette,
Camberwell Now,
Monolake,
Kas Product,
Smog,
Q and Not U,
Chris Corsano,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monks,
Can,
Royal Trux,
Schoolly D,
Moby Grape,
Surgeon,
Judy Mowatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Hardrive,
The Fall,
Robert Görl,
a-ha,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Evens,
Davy DMX,
The Vogues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.