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 Cape Verde and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
FM Einheit,
Moss Icon,
Colin Newman,
Roger Hodgson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marvin Gaye,
Ponytail,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Essential Logic,
Laurel Aitken,
The Black Dice,
Depeche Mode,
Blake Baxter,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Almond,
Slave,
Derrick May,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amazonics,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Excepter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
These Immortal Souls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
In Retrospect,
Arcadia,
Yaz,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flash Fearless,
The Kinks,
Q65,
LL Cool J,
Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Mad Mike,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Fear,
Franke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cramps,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Terry,
Byron Stingily,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Silicon Teens,
Inner City,
New Order,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang of Four,
Chris Corsano,
Albert Ayler,
Rapeman,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.