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 Somalia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Young Rascals to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Colin Newman,
Icehouse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Panda Bear,
Television,
Fear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Axelrod,
Fad Gadget,
The Mojo Men,
Nils Olav,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Tommy Roe,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Fraelich,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soulsonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Walker Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
10cc,
John Foxx,
Pagans,
Index,
Hot Snakes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxette,
Eden Ahbez,
Skaos,
Harmonia,
The Cure,
Country Teasers,
JFA,
Ituana,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cal Tjader,
Crooked Eye,
Alison Limerick,
The Stooges,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker,
The Invisible,
Q and Not U,
Mad Mike,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
X-Ray Spex,
The Leaves,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.