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 Iceland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Idris Muhammad to the grunge 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Alphaville,
Subhumans,
Donald Byrd,
Magazine,
Pantaleimon,
The Grass Roots,
The Fall,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slits,
The Techniques,
Sparks,
Robert Görl,
The Slackers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joy Division,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Womack,
Excepter,
Kayak,
Scion,
The Golliwogs,
The Move,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
a-ha,
Erasure,
Fat Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter & Gordon,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dead C,
Crooked Eye,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smiths,
The Durutti Column,
In Retrospect,
Aural Exciters,
Slave,
Chris Corsano,
The Mummies,
Sun City Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
Eurythmics,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Invisible,
The Fortunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Idris Muhammad,
China Crisis,
Harry Pussy,
Blossom Toes,
Motorama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.