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 Grenada and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Lungfish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Junior Murvin,
The Tremeloes,
Inner City,
The Dirtbombs,
Magazine,
Derrick Morgan,
The Black Dice,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dawn Penn,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacques Brel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Lynne,
Sound Behaviour,
Stiv Bators,
Pylon,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smiths,
Sandy B,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scratch Acid,
Second Layer,
New Age Steppers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Misunderstood,
The Gories,
X-102,
The Buckinghams,
Nils Olav,
The Mojo Men,
Make Up,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gichy Dan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Bush Tetras,
The Five Americans,
Cluster,
Suicide,
The Count Five,
The Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Blossom Toes,
Intrusion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marine Girls,
Subhumans,
Gang Green,
Pantytec,
Youth Brigade,
Minutemen,
Don Cherry,
Circle Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
Ten City,
Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.