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 Sri Lanka and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Yazoo to the jazz 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Bill Near,
Vladislav Delay,
Scrapy,
Jacques Brel,
Don Cherry,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Victims,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Hill,
LL Cool J,
Faraquet,
Donny Hathaway,
Fugazi,
The Move,
Rites of Spring,
Lungfish,
The Doors,
Tommy Roe,
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
K-Klass,
The Divine Comedy,
Nirvana,
MDC,
Gong,
Outsiders,
Sarah Menescal,
Japan,
Cybotron,
Bronski Beat,
Pussy Galore,
Roxette,
Masters at Work,
Prince Buster,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eurythmics,
Fluxion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Evens,
Television Personalities,
Joe Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The United States of America,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Magma,
Faust,
X-102,
The Litter,
Pylon,
China Crisis,
a-ha,
Amon Düül,
Sandy B,
Reuben Wilson,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun City Girls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.