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 Germany and from New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Alton Ellis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Jandek,
Eric Dolphy,
The Grass Roots,
Ludus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Metal Thangz,
Flash Fearless,
Grey Daturas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Desert Stars,
Toni Rubio,
The Star Department,
The Young Rascals,
Tommy Roe,
Moby Grape,
Kayak,
Bill Near,
The American Breed,
Bill Wells,
Outsiders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Searchers,
The Neon Judgement,
Popol Vuh,
Underground Resistance,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gun Club,
Dave Gahan,
Alice Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Harry Pussy,
Blancmange,
H. Thieme,
Yazoo,
Steve Hackett,
cv313,
Tomorrow,
MDC,
Ice-T,
Blake Baxter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Teasers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fluxion,
The Cowsills,
Minutemen,
Little Man,
Ronan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erasure,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Trojans,
Faust,
These Immortal Souls,
Lyres,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.