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 Paraguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Move to the rock 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Von Mondo,
Aswad,
Eurythmics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Barrington Levy,
Cybotron,
Lungfish,
Groovy Waters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Wells,
The Monks,
Joy Division,
The Evens,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
The Grass Roots,
Peter & Gordon,
Shoche,
Qualms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Foxx,
The Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Zeros,
Pere Ubu,
X-101,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Girls At Our Best!,
F. McDonald,
Yaz,
OOIOO,
Alton Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Sheep,
Sällskapet,
Rosa Yemen,
Television,
MC5,
Spandau Ballet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delon & Dalcan,
Davy DMX,
Lyres,
Negative Approach,
Procol Harum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül,
The Pop Group,
Gang of Four,
Ultra Naté,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.