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 Palau and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sister Nancy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erasure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Depeche Mode,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Technova,
Ice-T,
Ludus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aaron Thompson,
10cc,
Marvin Gaye,
U.S. Maple,
Jawbox,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker,
UT,
Todd Terry,
The Mummies,
Infiniti,
the Slits,
Brass Construction,
Altered Images,
Tubeway Army,
Desert Stars,
New York Dolls,
Q65,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Görl,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Wyatt,
Second Layer,
The Knickerbockers,
Lungfish,
Shuggie Otis,
Accadde A,
Stiv Bators,
Alton Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
EPMD,
Al Stewart,
Aloha Tigers,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jandek,
New Order,
Rhythm & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Severed Heads,
Patti Smith,
Nirvana,
Kaleidoscope,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spoonie Gee,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.