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 Haiti and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Al Stewart to the jazz 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Jacques Brel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eve St. Jones,
Intrusion,
Minnie Riperton,
Magma,
Skarface,
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pop Group,
The Victims,
The Grass Roots,
Radio Birdman,
Sandy B,
Warsaw,
The Martian,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Searchers,
The Selecter,
The Tremeloes,
Quadrant,
ABC,
Joy Division,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxette,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pierre Henry,
Aswad,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scientists,
the Human League,
Morten Harket,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Patti Smith,
Duran Duran,
Mo-Dettes,
Mark Hollis,
Unwound,
Deakin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Freddie Wadling,
David Axelrod,
Y Pants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smoke,
Moebius,
The Techniques,
Soft Machine,
The Raincoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
The Fall,
Vladislav Delay,
Negative Approach,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.