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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Pantytec to the techno 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Wyatt,
Jandek,
Letta Mbulu,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers,
Eurythmics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wings,
Rotary Connection,
Maurizio,
Ituana,
The Smoke,
Junior Murvin,
Von Mondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monks,
Ten City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Charles Mingus,
New Order,
Scratch Acid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiohead,
Moby Grape,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlback,
Silicon Teens,
Organ,
Severed Heads,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delta 5,
John Foxx,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Axelrod,
Model 500,
Lalann,
Reuben Wilson,
Wolf Eyes,
The Invisible,
Black Moon,
Hoover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Suicide,
Parry Music,
New York Dolls,
Jawbox,
Tommy Roe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sparks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Tremeloes,
Excepter,
Steve Hackett,
The Barracudas,
Niagra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.