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 Finland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eurythmics to the crunk 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Panda Bear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stetsasonic,
The Smoke,
Aloha Tigers,
The Walker Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quando Quango,
Yazoo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Surgeon,
Ronan,
Skriet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Organ,
Arcadia,
Cecil Taylor,
Whodini,
Moebius,
Sound Behaviour,
R.M.O.,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moody Blues,
Swell Maps,
Gang Starr,
Yellowson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sam Rivers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-101,
Youth Brigade,
Sparks,
Neil Young,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Albert Ayler,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Clarke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bluetip,
Graham Central Station,
Sex Pistols,
Faraquet,
Black Moon,
Dark Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wasted Youth,
10cc,
Fela Kuti,
Wings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Procol Harum,
The Offenders,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.