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 United Kingdom and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roger Hodgson to the grunge 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cameo,
Vainqueur,
Hasil Adkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
Aswad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reagan Youth,
Basic Channel,
Slick Rick,
Dark Day,
Ultravox,
Archie Shepp,
Neu!,
Pere Ubu,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacob Miller,
John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Selecter,
The Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Unrelated Segments,
Davy DMX,
Massinfluence,
Deadbeat,
The Tremeloes,
The Happenings,
Metal Thangz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Morten Harket,
The Moody Blues,
Fear,
Clear Light,
Skarface,
Boogie Down Productions,
T.S.O.L.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moss Icon,
The Offenders,
The Cramps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scratch Acid,
MC5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy Collins,
Erykah Badu,
Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fall,
Pylon,
The Remains,
Country Teasers,
New Age Steppers,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.