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 Austria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Chris Corsano to the funk 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Nas,
Patti Smith,
Buzzcocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultravox,
The Barracudas,
Thompson Twins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scion,
Slick Rick,
Robert Wyatt,
Tubeway Army,
Fela Kuti,
Altered Images,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Dennis Brown,
Chris & Cosey,
Newcleus,
Hoover,
Marmalade,
Soul II Soul,
Young Marble Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Sheep,
Negative Approach,
Oneida,
Spandau Ballet,
Roger Hodgson,
Masters at Work,
Hot Snakes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra,
Make Up,
The Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Moebius,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Laurel Aitken,
Mo-Dettes,
Hasil Adkins,
Byron Stingily,
Absolute Body Control,
Godley & Creme,
Tim Buckley,
The Wake,
Bill Near,
Magazine,
David McCallum,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Holt,
Hashim,
Eric Copeland,
The Cowsills,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.