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 Moldova and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
KRS-One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stereo Dub,
The Moleskins,
The Beau Brummels,
Amazonics,
kango's stein massive,
Subhumans,
David McCallum,
World's Most,
Quando Quango,
DJ Sneak,
Black Flag,
Steve Hackett,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Iggy Pop,
L. Decosne,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gories,
Wally Richardson,
the Association,
The Gladiators,
John Lydon,
Sister Nancy,
Connie Case,
Mary Jane Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Donald Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Style,
Parry Music,
Animal Collective,
Surgeon,
Tommy Roe,
Howard Jones,
Technova,
The Slackers,
Whodini,
Todd Rundgren,
Henry Cow,
La Düsseldorf,
The Zeros,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacques Brel,
Susan Cadogan,
The Names,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry's Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Lyres,
The Music Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brass Construction,
Public Enemy,
New York Dolls,
Ponytail,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.