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 India and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kool Moe Dee to the funk 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
the Association,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Howard Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Donny Hathaway,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ludus,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül II,
Metal Thangz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eurythmics,
Morten Harket,
Yaz,
Fad Gadget,
Iggy Pop,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
kango's stein massive,
Goldenarms,
The Invisible,
Slick Rick,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
The Durutti Column,
Flash Fearless,
Brick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swell Maps,
Letta Mbulu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stetsasonic,
The Blackbyrds,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Bourne,
The Black Dice,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Wyatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Subhumans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Half Japanese,
Essential Logic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camouflage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terry Callier,
The Toasters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxy Music,
June Days,
Fluxion,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.