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 the UAE and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 The Monks to the techno 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Misunderstood,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Dolphy,
MDC,
The Young Rascals,
Fat Boys,
Q65,
Boredoms,
Erasure,
Slick Rick,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Basic Channel,
Royal Trux,
Henry Cow,
The New Christs,
Inner City,
Mark Hollis,
Minutemen,
Cluster,
Babytalk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül,
Deadbeat,
Aswad,
Erykah Badu,
Rapeman,
Freddie Wadling,
B.T. Express,
Echospace,
Black Moon,
Bauhaus,
Thee Headcoats,
Technova,
Average White Band,
John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Mandrill,
The Leaves,
Theoretical Girls,
Mission of Burma,
The Moleskins,
AZ,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Hill,
Infiniti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joy Division,
EPMD,
The Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy Collins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül II,
the Association,
Ornette Coleman,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.