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 Luxembourg and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gichy Dan to the electroclash 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-Ray Spex,
Dual Sessions,
The Fortunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Shuggie Otis,
Nico,
Barbara Tucker,
Funkadelic,
The Modern Lovers,
Crash Course in Science,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scrapy,
Siglo XX,
Hardrive,
The Golliwogs,
Rites of Spring,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABC,
Panda Bear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vladislav Delay,
Hoover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Inner City,
Simply Red,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Talk Talk,
Leonard Cohen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Index,
The Durutti Column,
One Last Wish,
Moss Icon,
Marine Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiohead,
Massinfluence,
Alison Limerick,
The Count Five,
Sugar Minott,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visage,
Lower 48,
Robert Görl,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Darondo,
Gong,
The Black Dice,
Ken Boothe,
Japan,
Susan Cadogan,
Zero Boys,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.