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 Barbados and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Eve St. Jones to the rock 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Dolphy,
Au Pairs,
Maleditus Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stereo Dub,
Minutemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Barbara Tucker,
Porter Ricks,
The Real Kids,
Archie Shepp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mandrill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxette,
The Modern Lovers,
Procol Harum,
Young Marble Giants,
Grey Daturas,
The Raincoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Supertramp,
Black Flag,
Spoonie Gee,
Main Source,
Arcadia,
Make Up,
Skarface,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nils Olav,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers,
Organ,
The Saints,
Youth Brigade,
Sister Nancy,
Albert Ayler,
Royal Trux,
Monolake,
Gang Green,
John Coltrane,
Smog,
Dennis Brown,
Maurizio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Motorama,
Crooked Eye,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flash Fearless,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.