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 Equatorial Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 David Axelrod to the grime 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül,
Rapeman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
E-Dancer,
The Motions,
Reagan Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DNA,
Suburban Knight,
Mars,
Amon Düül II,
The Kinks,
Oblivians,
Das Ding,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-Ray Spex,
Thee Headcoats,
Scan 7,
Gang Starr,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Lydon,
Pole,
Altered Images,
Half Japanese,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lyres,
Nils Olav,
The Cowsills,
One Last Wish,
Main Source,
New York Dolls,
Niagra,
Lou Christie,
Moss Icon,
Jimmy McGriff,
EPMD,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Basic Channel,
Pantytec,
Sällskapet,
Camberwell Now,
Minny Pops,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fat Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Flipper,
kango's stein massive,
Prince Buster,
Babytalk,
The Raincoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.