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 Albania and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 UT to the dance 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Hardrive,
Funkadelic,
DJ Sneak,
The Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Arcadia,
Wings,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harmonia,
Kenny Larkin,
Amazonics,
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pussy Galore,
The Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Traffic Nightmare,
Rufus Thomas,
The Toasters,
Infiniti,
David McCallum,
Fear,
Mr. Review,
Soft Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eurythmics,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Model 500,
Lebanon Hanover,
Duran Duran,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zero Boys,
Cymande,
The Mummies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gun Club,
Al Stewart,
Drexciya,
The Associates,
The Modern Lovers,
Dave Gahan,
Excepter,
Funky Four + One,
The Moody Blues,
JFA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yusef Lateef,
The Busters,
Fad Gadget,
Erasure,
Todd Rundgren,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Depeche Mode,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.