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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 The Tremeloes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Deakin,
Talk Talk,
The Red Krayola,
Max Romeo,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Hill,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare,
The Standells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deadbeat,
The Leaves,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
This Heat,
Dark Day,
Sällskapet,
The Blackbyrds,
Bad Manners,
Procol Harum,
Von Mondo,
Yellowson,
Man Eating Sloth,
June of 44,
Fat Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eve St. Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Patti Smith,
Dead Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Outsiders,
Los Fastidios,
Godley & Creme,
Barry Ungar,
Massinfluence,
DJ Sneak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra,
The Walker Brothers,
the Swans,
Popol Vuh,
Skarface,
Graham Central Station,
Rotary Connection,
Smog,
Robert Görl,
The Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Schoolly D,
Rites of Spring,
D'Angelo,
Cheater Slicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.