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 Tonga and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jandek to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Vainqueur,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quando Quango,
Schoolly D,
Audionom,
Lou Christie,
Tim Buckley,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delta 5,
Scrapy,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Y Pants,
Anakelly,
Infiniti,
One Last Wish,
Rotary Connection,
Saccharine Trust,
Tubeway Army,
LL Cool J,
Robert Görl,
Adolescents,
Stetsasonic,
The Leaves,
Crime,
Charles Mingus,
Sister Nancy,
Nik Kershaw,
Smog,
Royal Trux,
Fat Boys,
Warsaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scientists,
Johnny Osbourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bronski Beat,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grauzone,
Anthony Braxton,
Vladislav Delay,
Marshall Jefferson,
Young Marble Giants,
Zapp,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mummies,
Dave Gahan,
Joey Negro,
Shoche,
The Barracudas,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.