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 Czech Republic and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tim Buckley to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blues Magoos,
La Düsseldorf,
Yaz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Martian,
Quadrant,
Lower 48,
Reuben Wilson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wolf Eyes,
Hoover,
Gang Starr,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oneida,
Essential Logic,
The Durutti Column,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Echospace,
Unwound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Janne Schatter,
Gichy Dan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Malaria!,
10cc,
The Buckinghams,
Nik Kershaw,
Kaleidoscope,
The Associates,
The Invisible,
Audionom,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moleskins,
Oblivians,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Star Department,
Chris Corsano,
Cheater Slicks,
Loose Ends,
Minor Threat,
The Mojo Men,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Hill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bronski Beat,
The Index,
Cameo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultra Naté,
Symarip,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.