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 Gambia and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Barclay James Harvest to the punk 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Funky Four + One,
Jacques Brel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Finger,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Martian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pere Ubu,
Faust,
Second Layer,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Green,
The Blackbyrds,
the Bar-Kays,
The Raincoats,
Chrome,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minor Threat,
Henry Cow,
Metal Thangz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faraquet,
Marc Almond,
Newcleus,
The Velvet Underground,
Connie Case,
Tom Boy,
DJ Style,
Robert Görl,
The Names,
Rekid,
Infiniti,
Scratch Acid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Wyatt,
Glenn Branca,
Steve Hackett,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suburban Knight,
Zapp,
Laurel Aitken,
Main Source,
Aural Exciters,
Royal Trux,
Technova,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pierre Henry,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swell Maps,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra,
Flipper,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.