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 Peru and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
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 marimba 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 Susan Cadogan 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Ronnie Foster,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pere Ubu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
LL Cool J,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deadbeat,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fugs,
Davy DMX,
Rotary Connection,
Yaz,
Marvin Gaye,
Blossom Toes,
David McCallum,
OOIOO,
The Smiths,
Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Ponytail,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nico,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maleditus Sound,
Kas Product,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neu!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantytec,
Ohio Players,
The Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bob Dylan,
Bad Manners,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kayak,
Metal Thangz,
Godley & Creme,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABBA,
The Invisible,
Ultravox,
Piero Umiliani,
Mission of Burma,
Fad Gadget,
Patti Smith,
Animal Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.