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 Chad and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 E-Dancer to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Sister Nancy,
Scion,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Starr,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thompson Twins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sugar Minott,
Niagra,
Simply Red,
The Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minutemen,
The Fire Engines,
ABBA,
Brick,
The Index,
Ossler,
Alice Coltrane,
The Names,
Pagans,
Khruangbin,
The Fortunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terry Callier,
The Tremeloes,
Visage,
Steve Hackett,
Peter and Kerry,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Adolescents,
Janne Schatter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unrelated Segments,
Joensuu 1685,
Gong,
Urselle,
The Cure,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers,
Lungfish,
Crispian St. Peters,
The American Breed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy Collins,
Eve St. Jones,
Whodini,
The Gun Club,
Nils Olav,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deepchord,
Sound Behaviour,
Godley & Creme,
Basic Channel,
The Grass Roots,
Crispy Ambulance,
DNA,
Gang of Four,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.