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 Comoros and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Symarip to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scientists,
Avey Tare,
The Fuzztones,
Harry Pussy,
Nas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moleskins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Camberwell Now,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed,
Sex Pistols,
Funky Four + One,
Black Moon,
One Last Wish,
Barrington Levy,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Basic Channel,
MDC,
Panda Bear,
David McCallum,
Iggy Pop,
Parry Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Y Pants,
Bauhaus,
The Count Five,
Warsaw,
Jawbox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Christie,
The Martian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Inner City,
Flipper,
Fear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pretty Things,
Ralphi Rosario,
Model 500,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gun Club,
Icehouse,
Cecil Taylor,
Audionom,
The Kinks,
The J.B.'s,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Hill,
The Seeds,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.