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 Mexico and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Bananas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Boz Scaggs,
Q65,
Alphaville,
Pole,
Gong,
Black Bananas,
Procol Harum,
UT,
The Offenders,
Deakin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tom Boy,
The Misunderstood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hashim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Supertramp,
Fugazi,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tres Demented,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minor Threat,
Franke,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masters at Work,
Popol Vuh,
Scion,
The Moleskins,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flipper,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cramps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sarah Menescal,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Womack,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantytec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Subhumans,
Simply Red,
Gabor Szabo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Patti Smith,
Nico,
10cc,
The Mummies,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hardrive,
Steve Hackett,
Rosa Yemen,
In Retrospect,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.