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 Chile and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 Remains to the jazz 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Modern Lovers,
CMW,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Copeland,
U.S. Maple,
Junior Murvin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Average White Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Surgeon,
One Last Wish,
Nick Fraelich,
Television,
The Seeds,
Josef K,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Green,
X-102,
The Residents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Newcleus,
The Litter,
Second Layer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lower 48,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shoche,
Index,
Amon Düül II,
Arcadia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Absolute Body Control,
Swell Maps,
Sandy B,
Wire,
Trumans Water,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
New Order,
The Five Americans,
Duran Duran,
the Germs,
Brass Construction,
Donny Hathaway,
Hasil Adkins,
Brothers Johnson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Buzzcocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.