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 Dominica and from New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 The Doors to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Y Pants,
Pierre Henry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moby Grape,
The Raincoats,
Susan Cadogan,
UT,
The Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Toasters,
Absolute Body Control,
June Days,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Tim Buckley,
Bang On A Can,
Black Bananas,
The Music Machine,
Rapeman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
The Index,
Loose Ends,
Gang Starr,
Joensuu 1685,
Colin Newman,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slackers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sixth Finger,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Style,
Aswad,
Max Romeo,
the Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dennis Brown,
the Normal,
Donald Byrd,
KRS-One,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Livin' Joy,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
John Holt,
The American Breed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Can,
Sex Pistols,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.