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 Togo and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
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 chamberlin 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 Model 500 to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reagan Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gories,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scrapy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minny Pops,
Tubeway Army,
Nas,
Khruangbin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
B.T. Express,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
Piero Umiliani,
The Searchers,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Qualms,
Ituana,
The Evens,
Archie Shepp,
Ice-T,
Eric Copeland,
Nils Olav,
This Heat,
X-Ray Spex,
Fluxion,
The Motions,
The United States of America,
Sixth Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Susan Cadogan,
Slick Rick,
Roxette,
Quantec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cure,
UT,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nik Kershaw,
Scion,
Magazine,
The Moody Blues,
Pantytec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Motorama,
Tom Boy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fugazi,
DJ Style,
Toni Rubio,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.