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 Ecuador and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Ten City,
Darondo,
Urselle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eli Mardock,
Metal Thangz,
Cybotron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young,
Outsiders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantaleimon,
Brass Construction,
Fear,
Todd Terry,
The Tremeloes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dual Sessions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
E-Dancer,
Cecil Taylor,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick Morgan,
New York Dolls,
The Monks,
Moby Grape,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swell Maps,
Iggy Pop,
Crooked Eye,
Hoover,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
F. McDonald,
Basic Channel,
Sandy B,
KRS-One,
Silicon Teens,
Joensuu 1685,
Marmalade,
Soft Machine,
Fat Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Motorama,
Anthony Braxton,
The Neon Judgement,
Alphaville,
Make Up,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Knickerbockers,
Aswad,
Dark Day,
The Remains,
Black Sheep,
Barrington Levy,
Q and Not U,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.