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 Mozambique and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amon Düül II to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Fluxion,
Au Pairs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantaleimon,
Althea and Donna,
MDC,
The Zeros,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
The Busters,
Black Bananas,
June of 44,
Scrapy,
Blossom Toes,
Basic Channel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Starr,
Roxy Music,
The Music Machine,
Das Ding,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Eddi Front,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tubeway Army,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Last Poets,
Erasure,
The Cramps,
A Certain Ratio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Don Cherry,
Flipper,
Sonic Youth,
In Retrospect,
Slick Rick,
Eurythmics,
Intrusion,
Maleditus Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Lynne,
Can,
Minor Threat,
Brand Nubian,
Spoonie Gee,
Minnie Riperton,
Talk Talk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sixth Finger,
Television,
Adolescents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.