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 Canada and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Bobby Sherman to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Maleditus Sound,
Panda Bear,
The Divine Comedy,
Ten City,
Popol Vuh,
Grauzone,
The Busters,
Joy Division,
Steve Hackett,
The Residents,
Sonic Youth,
Rekid,
Al Stewart,
John Lydon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Absolute Body Control,
The Count Five,
Gong,
Pierre Henry,
Visage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warren Ellis,
The Kinks,
The Young Rascals,
Subhumans,
Sam Rivers,
T. Rex,
The Angels of Light,
Pantaleimon,
Donald Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Henry Cow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Machine,
Jawbox,
Laurel Aitken,
Livin' Joy,
Television,
Bluetip,
Wally Richardson,
Suicide,
Trumans Water,
Arcadia,
Ponytail,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Soft Cell,
PIL,
The Music Machine,
The Gap Band,
Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neu!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare,
The Victims,
Excepter,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.