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 Vietnam and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
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 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 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 Mandrill to the crunk 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Model 500,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Metal Thangz,
Nik Kershaw,
China Crisis,
L. Decosne,
T.S.O.L.,
Brothers Johnson,
Aural Exciters,
Toni Rubio,
EPMD,
Bobby Womack,
Audionom,
The Golliwogs,
Khruangbin,
Arab on Radar,
Roxy Music,
Trumans Water,
Faust,
Groovy Waters,
Sugar Minott,
the Human League,
Altered Images,
Matthew Bourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aaron Thompson,
Wally Richardson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Hill,
Skaos,
X-102,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Second Layer,
Adolescents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fuzztones,
Franke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Organ,
The Leaves,
A Certain Ratio,
The Busters,
Idris Muhammad,
Youth Brigade,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barry Ungar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Essential Logic,
Reagan Youth,
AZ,
The Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.