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 Ivory Coast and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sällskapet to the crunk 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Erykah Badu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Section 25,
Dual Sessions,
K-Klass,
Roger Hodgson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerri Chandler,
Rapeman,
Gang of Four,
Talk Talk,
Nils Olav,
Faust,
Unwound,
Archie Shepp,
Quando Quango,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Wyatt,
Average White Band,
Outsiders,
Scion,
Leonard Cohen,
the Association,
Gastr Del Sol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
FM Einheit,
Cal Tjader,
MDC,
Suicide,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pere Ubu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q65,
Pantytec,
Echospace,
The Offenders,
Sun City Girls,
Fluxion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Main Source,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fat Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Hood,
Gong,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young,
Marcia Griffiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-101,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers,
The Toasters,
Clear Light,
H. Thieme,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.