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 Papua New Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Soft Cell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
June Days,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q and Not U,
Can,
Inner City,
Lindisfarne,
Ronan,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fall,
Organ,
Underground Resistance,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faraquet,
Bill Wells,
The Victims,
Newcleus,
the Bar-Kays,
The Invisible,
Trumans Water,
Bronski Beat,
Morten Harket,
Hardrive,
Toni Rubio,
The Offenders,
Thee Headcoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül II,
Funky Four + One,
Subhumans,
Ituana,
Deakin,
Symarip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Talk Talk,
The Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Alphaville,
Severed Heads,
Sällskapet,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Skatalites,
Funkadelic,
The Black Dice,
Cybotron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Suicide,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.