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 Kosovo and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kayak to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Order,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Womack,
Marvin Gaye,
Gichy Dan,
Skriet,
Malaria!,
Erasure,
the Germs,
The Fugs,
Marmalade,
Gang of Four,
T. Rex,
Can,
Darondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drexciya,
Todd Terry,
The Mummies,
Patti Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Donald Byrd,
Das Ding,
The Barracudas,
Crash Course in Science,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alton Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Icehouse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sandy B,
Lee Hazlewood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Surgeon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
OOIOO,
The J.B.'s,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Bourne,
Swell Maps,
Second Layer,
Jeff Lynne,
Excepter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Inner City,
Leonard Cohen,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stetsasonic,
June of 44,
The Flesh Eaters,
Circle Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Supertramp,
The Young Rascals,
Audionom,
Deepchord,
Junior Murvin,
The Real Kids,
Moebius,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.