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 Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Andrew Hill to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Japan,
Sällskapet,
Mars,
Moby Grape,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythm & Sound,
Average White Band,
the Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
Fela Kuti,
Roger Hodgson,
Talk Talk,
The Barracudas,
Quantec,
New York Dolls,
The Standells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Kas Product,
the Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fortunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Green,
Scrapy,
The Searchers,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Angels of Light,
Silicon Teens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barry Ungar,
Alison Limerick,
EPMD,
Donny Hathaway,
Fluxion,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiohead,
Arcadia,
Ken Boothe,
Kurtis Blow,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Terry,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
Deadbeat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABC,
Ludus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.