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 Somalia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Ultravox to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Agitation Free,
Funky Four + One,
Tommy Roe,
Depeche Mode,
Crooked Eye,
Minny Pops,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Techniques,
Television Personalities,
Moebius,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skaos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T. Rex,
John Cale,
Deakin,
Ornette Coleman,
The Wake,
Das Ding,
Joyce Sims,
Interpol,
The Golliwogs,
Mo-Dettes,
Dave Gahan,
Nirvana,
Slick Rick,
Dawn Penn,
Animal Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donny Hathaway,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swell Maps,
Babytalk,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
Loose Ends,
UT,
Letta Mbulu,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter & Gordon,
Scientists,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Youth Brigade,
The Slackers,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy Collins,
Absolute Body Control,
Skriet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Von Mondo,
Malaria!,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.