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 Ukraine 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Au Pairs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
F. McDonald,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Trojans,
Arthur Verocai,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Mills,
Donald Byrd,
Little Man,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Dawn Penn,
The Real Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Sandy B,
Gerry Rafferty,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Audionom,
The Sound,
Delta 5,
Hoover,
Von Mondo,
Davy DMX,
The Gun Club,
Archie Shepp,
Glenn Branca,
Spandau Ballet,
Main Source,
Minny Pops,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Basic Channel,
Erykah Badu,
Skarface,
Surgeon,
Pantaleimon,
Fugazi,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Hood,
Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Raincoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Offenders,
Zero Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Blossom Toes,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Wells,
Roger Hodgson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ludus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Josef K,
X-101,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.