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 Papua New Guinea and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 ABC to the dance 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Tremeloes,
Basic Channel,
a-ha,
Camberwell Now,
Ponytail,
Arab on Radar,
Depeche Mode,
Can,
Crash Course in Science,
Suburban Knight,
Sällskapet,
Agitation Free,
Dave Gahan,
The Gories,
Mr. Review,
Sight & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Heaven 17,
Tom Boy,
Scion,
Tres Demented,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dead C,
Brothers Johnson,
Visage,
The Associates,
Easy Going,
Danielle Patucci,
The Motions,
Arthur Verocai,
Gerry Rafferty,
Letta Mbulu,
Pere Ubu,
Tommy Roe,
Wings,
Arcadia,
Negative Approach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chrome,
Bobby Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Rotary Connection,
Roxette,
Royal Trux,
The Cramps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rod Modell,
the Bar-Kays,
Popol Vuh,
The American Breed,
Altered Images,
The Pop Group,
Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharoah Sanders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.