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 Solomon Islands and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Country Teasers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Scratch Acid,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Invisible,
Lalann,
Dennis Brown,
Con Funk Shun,
Barclay James Harvest,
Duran Duran,
Make Up,
The Angels of Light,
PIL,
Laurel Aitken,
John Holt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
DNA,
Outsiders,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Womack,
Shuggie Otis,
The Toasters,
Mandrill,
The Victims,
The Cowsills,
The Cramps,
Reagan Youth,
Cybotron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mojo Men,
Letta Mbulu,
Warsaw,
The United States of America,
The Divine Comedy,
Ten City,
Ludus,
Terry Callier,
EPMD,
Essential Logic,
Masters at Work,
The Human League,
cv313,
Groovy Waters,
Fad Gadget,
New Age Steppers,
kango's stein massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eve St. Jones,
John Lydon,
Alton Ellis,
Qualms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Byron Stingily,
Dual Sessions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Index,
Royal Trux,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.