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 Bulgaria and from London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minnie Riperton to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Adolescents,
Cal Tjader,
Minutemen,
The Associates,
The Saints,
Bad Manners,
Intrusion,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxette,
John Lydon,
Neu!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Carl Craig,
Bill Near,
The Count Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Music Machine,
New York Dolls,
Q and Not U,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Sherman,
World's Most,
PIL,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donald Byrd,
The Move,
The Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Talk Talk,
Depeche Mode,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pop Group,
The Gap Band,
Royal Trux,
Niagra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liliput,
Masters at Work,
the Sonics,
Supertramp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alison Limerick,
Letta Mbulu,
Funkadelic,
The Slackers,
D'Angelo,
the Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Banda Bassotti,
Von Mondo,
Aswad,
The Cramps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Victims,
Ossler,
Sixth Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magma,
Quantec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scientists,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.