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 Slovakia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
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 guitar 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 Neu! to the punk 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Associates,
Girls At Our Best!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Iggy Pop,
X-Ray Spex,
Scan 7,
Half Japanese,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Durutti Column,
John Holt,
Wasted Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Tim Buckley,
Funky Four + One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shuggie Otis,
The Martian,
Mandrill,
X-101,
Patti Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Qualms,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Litter,
Skaos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swell Maps,
Byron Stingily,
Infiniti,
Khruangbin,
The Beau Brummels,
Brass Construction,
Ossler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris Corsano,
Y Pants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Franke,
Desert Stars,
The New Christs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Don Cherry,
Excepter,
Man Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cure,
Juan Atkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thompson Twins,
The Saints,
Althea and Donna,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.