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 Toronto.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peter & Gordon to the jazz 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
Half Japanese,
Mo-Dettes,
Alison Limerick,
Alice Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Cheater Slicks,
Yellowson,
Scan 7,
Kaleidoscope,
Sällskapet,
The Moody Blues,
Hashim,
Easy Going,
Can,
Pantytec,
Todd Terry,
Quadrant,
The Mojo Men,
Hasil Adkins,
Patti Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
The Fugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bronski Beat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swell Maps,
Fat Boys,
Albert Ayler,
The Angels of Light,
Quando Quango,
Danielle Patucci,
The Grass Roots,
Erykah Badu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Barracudas,
the Swans,
World's Most,
Moebius,
Minutemen,
The Smiths,
H. Thieme,
Glenn Branca,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Icehouse,
Mars,
The Blackbyrds,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agent Orange,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.