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 El Salvador and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
L. Decosne,
Kenny Larkin,
Little Man,
Dark Day,
Gang Starr,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxette,
Donald Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bob Dylan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young,
Hashim,
Duran Duran,
Shuggie Otis,
10cc,
kango's stein massive,
FM Einheit,
Newcleus,
Oblivians,
The Index,
Japan,
Black Pus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deepchord,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Faraquet,
Q and Not U,
Crime,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alphaville,
Wally Richardson,
Underground Resistance,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Hood,
Joe Smooth,
Zapp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Negative Approach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Leaves,
Pulsallama,
Robert Wyatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Wells,
Cecil Taylor,
Cybotron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
John Holt,
Ultra Naté,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.