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 Iceland and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Flesh Eaters to the dance 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Knickerbockers,
Ludus,
The Searchers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Basic Channel,
the Human League,
X-101,
Simply Red,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Tremeloes,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Bar-Kays,
Mary Jane Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Wells,
Tres Demented,
Dead Boys,
EPMD,
Pere Ubu,
Magma,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alphaville,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronan,
Animal Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tom Boy,
Agitation Free,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Lynne,
Roger Hodgson,
Swell Maps,
The Gladiators,
The Leaves,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fuzztones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zero Boys,
June of 44,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Urselle,
The Monochrome Set,
Kurtis Blow,
Boredoms,
The Mojo Men,
Intrusion,
Moby Grape,
Deadbeat,
Young Marble Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.