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 Somalia and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
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 snare 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 Suburban Knight to the rock 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
The Velvet Underground,
Bauhaus,
The Busters,
Nas,
Anakelly,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger,
Alison Limerick,
Michelle Simonal,
The Searchers,
Wally Richardson,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Jeff Mills,
Marvin Gaye,
The Music Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultravox,
Clear Light,
The Tremeloes,
Eden Ahbez,
Sparks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erasure,
Swell Maps,
Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonic Youth,
June Days,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Standells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Style,
Erykah Badu,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pierre Henry,
The Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
Kas Product,
Shuggie Otis,
Tim Buckley,
Alton Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül II,
Lakeside,
Tubeway Army,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Duran Duran,
The Black Dice,
Tommy Roe,
David Bowie,
The J.B.'s,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.