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 Oman and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Graham Central Station,
Ludus,
Connie Case,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Move,
Gang of Four,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Bananas,
Darondo,
Animal Collective,
The Barracudas,
Glenn Branca,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultravox,
Intrusion,
R.M.O.,
The Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kayak,
The Residents,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Christie,
Chris Corsano,
Letta Mbulu,
Echospace,
The Trojans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Zero Boys,
K-Klass,
Negative Approach,
Gang Starr,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun Ra,
David McCallum,
Sparks,
Aural Exciters,
the Normal,
Camouflage,
Desert Stars,
Bush Tetras,
AZ,
Accadde A,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.