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 Algeria and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Crooked Eye to the punk 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Patti Smith,
John Coltrane,
Lalann,
10cc,
Janne Schatter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spoonie Gee,
Tom Boy,
Unwound,
Throbbing Gristle,
MDC,
The Cramps,
Wire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camberwell Now,
Tres Demented,
Barbara Tucker,
Cecil Taylor,
Masters at Work,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young,
The Fuzztones,
Mars,
Avey Tare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eve St. Jones,
Sandy B,
Blossom Toes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Görl,
Loose Ends,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anthony Braxton,
Ponytail,
Urselle,
Lucky Dragons,
Anakelly,
Aaron Thompson,
Porter Ricks,
Talk Talk,
EPMD,
Ossler,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Althea and Donna,
New Age Steppers,
Eli Mardock,
Bush Tetras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mandrill,
Au Pairs,
Lindisfarne,
The Standells,
Rekid,
JFA,
Altered Images,
Babytalk,
Crooked Eye,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.