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 Brunei and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Duran Duran to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
X-102,
Avey Tare,
These Immortal Souls,
Godley & Creme,
Accadde A,
Alice Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Camberwell Now,
The Gories,
Cal Tjader,
The Skatalites,
Silicon Teens,
Oneida,
Joyce Sims,
T.S.O.L.,
Spandau Ballet,
Lakeside,
the Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minor Threat,
Quando Quango,
Eli Mardock,
Desert Stars,
Joe Finger,
Infiniti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Depeche Mode,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Victims,
The Fall,
Joe Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fela Kuti,
Wasted Youth,
The Star Department,
Bang On A Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harry Pussy,
Cecil Taylor,
Magma,
Eddi Front,
MC5,
Mandrill,
T. Rex,
The Litter,
Flipper,
Ultra Naté,
Crooked Eye,
Tres Demented,
The Offenders,
Quadrant,
Y Pants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Excepter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.