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 Mozambique 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Bang On A Can to the rock 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
World's Most,
Audionom,
JFA,
The Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Henry Cow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Darondo,
Scion,
Tom Boy,
Urselle,
Skaos,
Lower 48,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker,
The Red Krayola,
Slick Rick,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Smooth,
Franke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
Hot Snakes,
Howard Jones,
Warsaw,
Fatback Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pagans,
the Bar-Kays,
Morten Harket,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Swans,
Surgeon,
Popol Vuh,
Man Parrish,
Quadrant,
Johnny Clarke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Tremeloes,
Liliput,
Television,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yellowson,
Bill Near,
Joyce Sims,
Nils Olav,
Panda Bear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cure,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.