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 Macedonia and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cure to the jazz 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Motions,
Duran Duran,
Yaz,
Barrington Levy,
John Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masters at Work,
June Days,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül II,
ABBA,
Bill Wells,
Blake Baxter,
Soulsonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Brand Nubian,
Essential Logic,
Kas Product,
AZ,
Index,
Rotary Connection,
The Durutti Column,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delta 5,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joey Negro,
Idris Muhammad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Age Steppers,
Young Marble Giants,
MDC,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slackers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hashim,
Television,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Grass Roots,
Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
OOIOO,
The Cramps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boz Scaggs,
Vladislav Delay,
Traffic Nightmare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
kango's stein massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Althea and Donna,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sixth Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Green,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.