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 Korea South and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 China Crisis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Skaos,
B.T. Express,
Man Eating Sloth,
In Retrospect,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Lindisfarne,
Barbara Tucker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Star Department,
Au Pairs,
Accadde A,
The Sound,
Skarface,
The Young Rascals,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Janne Schatter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sixth Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gories,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Howard Jones,
Al Stewart,
Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Foxx,
DJ Style,
Roxy Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mandrill,
Country Teasers,
Agent Orange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fall,
R.M.O.,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Residents,
The Raincoats,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers,
Glenn Branca,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.