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 Russia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Buzzcocks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Gladiators,
D'Angelo,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Durutti Column,
The Mojo Men,
Anakelly,
The Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
John Cale,
The Black Dice,
The Last Poets,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tears for Fears,
Stereo Dub,
Spandau Ballet,
Skarface,
Delta 5,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Coltrane,
Roxette,
Agitation Free,
Letta Mbulu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Victims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deakin,
The Gap Band,
Wasted Youth,
Crime,
Excepter,
Massinfluence,
Deadbeat,
Vladislav Delay,
Swell Maps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Association,
June of 44,
Symarip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sight & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Jandek,
Inner City,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Sherman,
John Holt,
Johnny Clarke,
Guru Guru,
Blossom Toes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Reuben Wilson,
Howard Jones,
Davy DMX,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.