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 Canada and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Holger Czukay 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 Leonard Cohen to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Matthew Halsall,
June Days,
Stiv Bators,
Second Layer,
Kas Product,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nico,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Age Steppers,
Fluxion,
Al Stewart,
Kerri Chandler,
This Heat,
Lalann,
K-Klass,
Minor Threat,
Minnie Riperton,
Chrome,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minny Pops,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cramps,
The Toasters,
Tubeway Army,
The Smoke,
Zero Boys,
Colin Newman,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Beau Brummels,
Josef K,
Joey Negro,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flash Fearless,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül,
Make Up,
Gang Starr,
Michelle Simonal,
Hot Snakes,
U.S. Maple,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alphaville,
Thompson Twins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Sneak,
Yusef Lateef,
The Evens,
Rapeman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Fraelich,
Barbara Tucker,
T.S.O.L.,
48th St. Collective,
David Bowie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amazonics,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.