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 Oman and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Andrew Hill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Five Americans,
Alphaville,
MDC,
Section 25,
Hasil Adkins,
Mission of Burma,
Jacob Miller,
Stereo Dub,
Qualms,
Pantaleimon,
The Motions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Procol Harum,
Donald Byrd,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül II,
Blossom Toes,
The Fuzztones,
Isaac Hayes,
Organ,
Darondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
R.M.O.,
The Cramps,
Index,
Glenn Branca,
Don Cherry,
The Smiths,
David Bowie,
Mo-Dettes,
Slave,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bronski Beat,
The Fortunes,
The Golliwogs,
Lungfish,
Talk Talk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Christie,
John Holt,
New York Dolls,
Marmalade,
Q and Not U,
Blake Baxter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Laurel Aitken,
The Flesh Eaters,
PIL,
Mad Mike,
Eden Ahbez,
48th St. Collective,
Oneida,
Andrew Hill,
Babytalk,
Black Pus,
Thompson Twins,
Absolute Body Control,
Average White Band,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.