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 Dominican Republic and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Duran Duran to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Average White Band,
Sandy B,
John Holt,
Max Romeo,
Nik Kershaw,
Babytalk,
Moss Icon,
David Axelrod,
Outsiders,
LL Cool J,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Black Dice,
Jacob Miller,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Angels of Light,
Nirvana,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
Lungfish,
Drexciya,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joyce Sims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Moon,
Y Pants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fear,
Crooked Eye,
Inner City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unrelated Segments,
Isaac Hayes,
Pierre Henry,
Deadbeat,
Black Pus,
The Grass Roots,
Ronan,
Stiv Bators,
The Shadows of Knight,
D'Angelo,
The Cramps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül II,
Royal Trux,
Interpol,
Rosa Yemen,
Silicon Teens,
Soul Sonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alphaville,
Archie Shepp,
Radio Birdman,
Second Layer,
Maurizio,
Bill Wells,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.