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 Guyana and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Index to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gong,
E-Dancer,
Symarip,
The Human League,
Robert Hood,
This Heat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liliput,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unwound,
the Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang of Four,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Fraelich,
The Searchers,
Fluxion,
Black Bananas,
cv313,
Alice Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
Freddie Wadling,
Skarface,
The Doors,
Television Personalities,
Bob Dylan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Easy Going,
The Zeros,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sugar Minott,
Rufus Thomas,
Mo-Dettes,
Underground Resistance,
Little Man,
Siglo XX,
The Misunderstood,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sonics,
Shoche,
Moss Icon,
Sparks,
The Neon Judgement,
ABBA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fortunes,
Roxette,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blancmange,
John Foxx,
Schoolly D,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Franke,
Pagans,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.