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 Brazil and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Neu! to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
the Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
La Düsseldorf,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
Dawn Penn,
Grey Daturas,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Qualms,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Terry,
Q and Not U,
Fat Boys,
Roxette,
Mad Mike,
Smog,
Funkadelic,
Aural Exciters,
Stiv Bators,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Moss Icon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Excepter,
Arcadia,
Mr. Review,
Malaria!,
Deepchord,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arthur Verocai,
The Star Department,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronan,
Nirvana,
Fear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monks,
The Last Poets,
10cc,
The Doors,
Junior Murvin,
The Evens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unrelated Segments,
The Happenings,
Tom Boy,
Pierre Henry,
John Cale,
Audionom,
Inner City,
Vladislav Delay,
Minor Threat,
This Heat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiohead,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.