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 San Marino and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Modern Lovers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Hashim,
Darondo,
Country Teasers,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Mills,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grauzone,
Mark Hollis,
Max Romeo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Count Five,
The Cowsills,
Ponytail,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Arthur Verocai,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swell Maps,
Blake Baxter,
The Skatalites,
Laurel Aitken,
Accadde A,
Wolf Eyes,
Clear Light,
a-ha,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Invisible,
Depeche Mode,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quando Quango,
LL Cool J,
In Retrospect,
Donald Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Fraelich,
Agent Orange,
Delta 5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Newcleus,
The Pretty Things,
John Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Kenny Larkin,
The Five Americans,
The Remains,
Soul Sonic Force,
Don Cherry,
China Crisis,
the Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.