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 Palau and from London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Heaven 17 to the grunge 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Half Japanese,
The Sonics,
Black Sheep,
the Slits,
The Motions,
Gang of Four,
Rapeman,
Von Mondo,
Kurtis Blow,
Duran Duran,
Agitation Free,
Basic Channel,
Supertramp,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rites of Spring,
Anakelly,
ABC,
The Blackbyrds,
Smog,
Eddi Front,
Parry Music,
The Slackers,
Surgeon,
Swell Maps,
Maleditus Sound,
Y Pants,
Hasil Adkins,
Deakin,
The Gap Band,
The Invisible,
Harry Pussy,
Deadbeat,
The Modern Lovers,
Lindisfarne,
Unwound,
Judy Mowatt,
Patti Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Tropical Tobacco,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Five Americans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lucky Dragons,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantaleimon,
Warsaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oneida,
Sugar Minott,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Lydon,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.