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 Niger and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
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 mellotron 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 Schoolly D to the funk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
the Normal,
The Blues Magoos,
Joy Division,
Susan Cadogan,
Tom Boy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Victims,
Banda Bassotti,
Ossler,
L. Decosne,
The Fortunes,
Mandrill,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Scrapy,
Lucky Dragons,
Aural Exciters,
Moss Icon,
The Five Americans,
Morten Harket,
Camberwell Now,
Stetsasonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spandau Ballet,
Sound Behaviour,
The Evens,
Barbara Tucker,
MC5,
10cc,
Danielle Patucci,
Guru Guru,
Isaac Hayes,
Q and Not U,
Mad Mike,
New York Dolls,
Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mojo Men,
The Fugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
The Trojans,
Buzzcocks,
Bad Manners,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Interpol,
Pantaleimon,
The Kinks,
Faraquet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-101,
Model 500,
Bill Wells,
Brand Nubian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.