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 Denmark and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Hoover to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Associates,
The J.B.'s,
the Association,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacob Miller,
Tim Buckley,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blues Magoos,
Groovy Waters,
Buzzcocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare,
Desert Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
Urselle,
Howard Jones,
Glenn Branca,
World's Most,
Procol Harum,
Second Layer,
Erasure,
Al Stewart,
Soft Machine,
the Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Malaria!,
Rotary Connection,
Gabor Szabo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monochrome Set,
Heaven 17,
Althea and Donna,
Graham Central Station,
Tres Demented,
Marc Almond,
Tom Boy,
EPMD,
Davy DMX,
Robert Wyatt,
Brick,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Vogues,
Mo-Dettes,
the Slits,
Essential Logic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ken Boothe,
Slick Rick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Selecter,
The Cramps,
Parry Music,
The Human League,
Icehouse,
Donald Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sonics,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.