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 Tehran.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Camouflage to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Brick,
Yazoo,
Blake Baxter,
Ronnie Foster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tommy Roe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Anakelly,
Monolake,
Guru Guru,
Rapeman,
Panda Bear,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Dennis Brown,
Chris Corsano,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool Moe Dee,
a-ha,
Qualms,
The Gap Band,
The Gories,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Remains,
John Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Alton Ellis,
Delta 5,
Derrick May,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hasil Adkins,
Babytalk,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacob Miller,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Order,
Altered Images,
Crime,
Banda Bassotti,
Marine Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Severed Heads,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Neon Judgement,
Bob Dylan,
Harmonia,
Siglo XX,
Neu!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monks,
Robert Görl,
Moss Icon,
UT,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.