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 Senegal and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 grunge 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Womack,
Quando Quango,
Albert Ayler,
Surgeon,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Sonics,
The Star Department,
E-Dancer,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Tremeloes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moleskins,
Robert Hood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
U.S. Maple,
Toni Rubio,
Au Pairs,
Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funkadelic,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Order,
Smog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gregory Isaacs,
Youth Brigade,
Flash Fearless,
Donald Byrd,
Skaos,
Talk Talk,
Metal Thangz,
Eli Mardock,
Joyce Sims,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Brand Nubian,
The Pop Group,
Niagra,
Ossler,
The Buckinghams,
Silicon Teens,
Harry Pussy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Sällskapet,
Lucky Dragons,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Almond,
Todd Rundgren,
Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ken Boothe,
Unwound,
Fatback Band,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.