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 Lesotho and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Golliwogs to the dance 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Dead C,
The Evens,
Iggy Pop,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Count Five,
Index,
The Move,
Minny Pops,
Ponytail,
Visage,
Peter and Kerry,
Aloha Tigers,
Little Man,
Nirvana,
Surgeon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kurtis Blow,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Parrish,
The Offenders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faust,
The Slackers,
Sällskapet,
New Age Steppers,
the Human League,
Quadrant,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moebius,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tim Buckley,
Spoonie Gee,
Graham Central Station,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker,
Wally Richardson,
Bob Dylan,
Blake Baxter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quantec,
Black Flag,
Icehouse,
The Human League,
Morten Harket,
10cc,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Skatalites,
La Düsseldorf,
Sister Nancy,
Rod Modell,
Masters at Work,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerrie Biddell,
World's Most,
Jeff Lynne,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.