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 Dominica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kinks to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days 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?
Matthew Bourne,
Hardrive,
Michelle Simonal,
Patti Smith,
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantytec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Style,
Fluxion,
Funky Four + One,
The Grass Roots,
The Litter,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed,
Yellowson,
Tim Buckley,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pretty Things,
Panda Bear,
Slick Rick,
Chris Corsano,
Neu!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harry Pussy,
Zapp,
Sun Ra,
Wally Richardson,
Skriet,
Wolf Eyes,
Urselle,
Eurythmics,
Ronan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yaz,
Susan Cadogan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Birthday Party,
X-101,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cowsills,
Tubeway Army,
Jacques Brel,
Nas,
Mars,
The Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Green,
the Sonics,
Ponytail,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kayak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.