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 United States and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Organ to the rap 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Easy Going,
Jimmy McGriff,
Silicon Teens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nik Kershaw,
Angry Samoans,
D'Angelo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Style,
Scientists,
Aural Exciters,
Porter Ricks,
Newcleus,
X-Ray Spex,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Lynne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-101,
Bronski Beat,
John Holt,
The Smoke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moebius,
Neu!,
kango's stein massive,
Davy DMX,
Wally Richardson,
Technova,
The Remains,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Martian,
Marshall Jefferson,
Basic Channel,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Machine,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alton Ellis,
MC5,
Brothers Johnson,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sex Pistols,
Arab on Radar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monks,
Essential Logic,
R.M.O.,
Robert Görl,
The Neon Judgement,
Schoolly D,
The Litter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pierre Henry,
Sam Rivers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.