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 Mauritania and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Cheater Slicks to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Junior Murvin,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Green,
kango's stein massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yaz,
Toni Rubio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crooked Eye,
Metal Thangz,
Quadrant,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nirvana,
Warren Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Flash Fearless,
Chrome,
ABC,
Curtis Mayfield,
DNA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camouflage,
Harpers Bizarre,
LL Cool J,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faust,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fugs,
Tres Demented,
Cal Tjader,
The Wake,
Josef K,
Buzzcocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mantronix,
Roger Hodgson,
Kayak,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swans,
The Offenders,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Moon,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantaleimon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
In Retrospect,
Roxette,
Deepchord,
Simply Red,
The Real Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zero Boys,
Surgeon,
Crime,
Aloha Tigers,
Trumans Water,
Anthony Braxton,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.