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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alice Coltrane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Fat Boys,
Rod Modell,
Loose Ends,
Lucky Dragons,
The Kinks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-102,
Derrick May,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Panda Bear,
Ultravox,
Quantec,
The Move,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boredoms,
Essential Logic,
Q and Not U,
Sexual Harrassment,
K-Klass,
Echospace,
Jawbox,
The Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Suicide,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MC5,
Eric Copeland,
Rites of Spring,
The Fuzztones,
Swell Maps,
Todd Rundgren,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Selecter,
Rekid,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Wake,
Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Dolphy,
Procol Harum,
Aloha Tigers,
John Cale,
Shoche,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Byrd,
The Human League,
The Happenings,
Sonic Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dirtbombs,
Quando Quango,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick Morgan,
Desert Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moleskins,
Aswad,
Soul II Soul,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.