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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grime 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Royal Trux,
The Cramps,
Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
The Music Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pulsallama,
Hasil Adkins,
Panda Bear,
Cameo,
Kaleidoscope,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Fraelich,
Mars,
Delon & Dalcan,
JFA,
Johnny Clarke,
Nas,
Prince Buster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Görl,
Moebius,
Joe Smooth,
Smog,
Roxy Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Hill,
Siglo XX,
Ten City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Gang Starr,
Section 25,
Inner City,
Hashim,
Quadrant,
Flipper,
Minnie Riperton,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Sherman,
Trumans Water,
Desert Stars,
Vainqueur,
Spandau Ballet,
Ice-T,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Star Department,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unwound,
John Holt,
Gong,
Lakeside,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
B.T. Express,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Connie Case,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Essential Logic,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.