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 Mongolia and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Trumans Water 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Trumans Water,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantaleimon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doors,
Dual Sessions,
Make Up,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantytec,
The Smoke,
X-Ray Spex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Normal,
Crime,
Barbara Tucker,
Lightning Bolt,
Subhumans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Malaria!,
The Blackbyrds,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Hill,
Flipper,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Bowie,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Grauzone,
This Heat,
June of 44,
Television,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wolf Eyes,
Crash Course in Science,
Lakeside,
Piero Umiliani,
Kayak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Freddie Wadling,
The United States of America,
The Techniques,
Pere Ubu,
Faust,
The Gun Club,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter and Kerry,
Lungfish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-102,
Groovy Waters,
Godley & Creme,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.