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 United Kingdom and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Birthday Party to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Wake,
Spoonie Gee,
Yazoo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Dennis Brown,
10cc,
Marvin Gaye,
Cymande,
Mark Hollis,
The Angels of Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Delon & Dalcan,
FM Einheit,
Roger Hodgson,
Q and Not U,
Absolute Body Control,
Ice-T,
The Smiths,
Quantec,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thee Headcoats,
Bronski Beat,
Livin' Joy,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Trojans,
A Certain Ratio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James White and The Blacks,
Shoche,
Make Up,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
World's Most,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Average White Band,
Bill Wells,
Joe Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Eating Sloth,
In Retrospect,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Machine,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slits,
Panda Bear,
The Black Dice,
Darondo,
Magma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Coltrane,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.