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 El Salvador and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alice Coltrane to the rock 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Associates,
Marshall Jefferson,
10cc,
The Knickerbockers,
Interpol,
Dave Gahan,
Country Teasers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blues Magoos,
Gabor Szabo,
Gichy Dan,
Black Bananas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ohio Players,
Faraquet,
Masters at Work,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Foxx,
The Angels of Light,
The Saints,
Boz Scaggs,
The Real Kids,
Buzzcocks,
Los Fastidios,
Camberwell Now,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Style,
Vainqueur,
Deepchord,
Lightning Bolt,
The Golliwogs,
The Music Machine,
Barrington Levy,
X-101,
June of 44,
The Martian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Sheep,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Absolute Body Control,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Albert Ayler,
Rekid,
The Selecter,
The Index,
Moby Grape,
The Leaves,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scientists,
Slave,
Kas Product,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy Collins,
In Retrospect,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.