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 Uzbekistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Stockholm Monsters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young,
The Young Rascals,
Essential Logic,
Index,
Newcleus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Rod Modell,
Marmalade,
Warren Ellis,
Lyres,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Index,
Brass Construction,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Red Krayola,
The Walker Brothers,
Model 500,
Jawbox,
Boz Scaggs,
Janne Schatter,
Bad Manners,
The Moleskins,
Wings,
Monolake,
Ralphi Rosario,
F. McDonald,
Cymande,
the Swans,
Pole,
La Düsseldorf,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Urselle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerri Chandler,
Funky Four + One,
Surgeon,
Moby Grape,
Sex Pistols,
DNA,
Franke,
Excepter,
Eli Mardock,
The Kinks,
Pantaleimon,
Leonard Cohen,
Sällskapet,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wolf Eyes,
In Retrospect,
Roger Hodgson,
Dual Sessions,
Gang of Four,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.