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 Zambia and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
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 mellotron 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 Swans 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Techniques,
Ken Boothe,
Scrapy,
The Martian,
Carl Craig,
Idris Muhammad,
The Trojans,
China Crisis,
Steve Hackett,
Brick,
Sonic Youth,
Siglo XX,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marmalade,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker,
Vainqueur,
Moebius,
Supertramp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Au Pairs,
Tom Boy,
Eli Mardock,
Ossler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Rundgren,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eddi Front,
T. Rex,
Todd Terry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Wells,
Animal Collective,
Bill Near,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Youth Brigade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pierre Henry,
The Selecter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Faust,
Wally Richardson,
DNA,
Parry Music,
Sam Rivers,
Suburban Knight,
Darondo,
Public Enemy,
Aural Exciters,
The Grass Roots,
Danielle Patucci,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yusef Lateef,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.