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 Switzerland and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 10cc to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Velvet Underground,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tommy Roe,
Tubeway Army,
The Victims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Susan Cadogan,
Pagans,
Fugazi,
EPMD,
Alton Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Nik Kershaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Ice-T,
Ronan,
Sandy B,
Khruangbin,
Faust,
The Busters,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Swans,
The Pop Group,
Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scan 7,
Magma,
Leonard Cohen,
The Remains,
Fear,
10cc,
Whodini,
OOIOO,
PIL,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harry Pussy,
Moby Grape,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Newcleus,
Thompson Twins,
Warsaw,
Wally Richardson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anthony Braxton,
Roger Hodgson,
Charles Mingus,
David Bowie,
Clear Light,
Jeff Mills,
The Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Max Romeo,
Deadbeat,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.