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 Grenada and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 the Human League to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Yazoo,
The Smiths,
Neu!,
The Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Massinfluence,
Nico,
The Birthday Party,
Porter Ricks,
PIL,
Kayak,
The Skatalites,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-Ray Spex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
Wally Richardson,
The Offenders,
Faraquet,
The Gladiators,
Boredoms,
Cameo,
Sonic Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Cheater Slicks,
Pylon,
Visage,
Al Stewart,
Rod Modell,
The United States of America,
Anakelly,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Flamin' Groovies,
These Immortal Souls,
Depeche Mode,
The Durutti Column,
Alton Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABBA,
Country Teasers,
New Age Steppers,
The Cure,
Camberwell Now,
Chris Corsano,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Panda Bear,
The Music Machine,
The Victims,
Pussy Galore,
Tres Demented,
Malaria!,
Sight & Sound,
Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pretty Things,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barbara Tucker,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.