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 Afghanistan and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Jacques Brel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Anakelly,
Roxy Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
World's Most,
Spandau Ballet,
Joy Division,
Blossom Toes,
Magazine,
the Swans,
The Last Poets,
Inner City,
Fad Gadget,
Von Mondo,
Hashim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Leonard Cohen,
The United States of America,
Supertramp,
Jandek,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nirvana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Stooges,
The Neon Judgement,
The Busters,
Wally Richardson,
Pagans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Charles Mingus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arcadia,
Niagra,
the Normal,
Procol Harum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flash Fearless,
The American Breed,
Colin Newman,
Hoover,
Josef K,
Girls At Our Best!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Vogues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Sherman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minny Pops,
The Gories,
Zero Boys,
Massinfluence,
Lou Christie,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.