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 Kuwait and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Sherman to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Saints,
Prince Buster,
Agitation Free,
Fela Kuti,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Womack,
ABC,
Harmonia,
The Zeros,
Bobby Sherman,
Mandrill,
Bluetip,
Josef K,
The Offenders,
Warren Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Swans,
John Foxx,
Quantec,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker,
Robert Wyatt,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Starr,
Ohio Players,
Archie Shepp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Machine,
K-Klass,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
New Order,
Marmalade,
JFA,
Scion,
Don Cherry,
The Music Machine,
Tom Boy,
Dark Day,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Copeland,
Pere Ubu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Smog,
The Fugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlback,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.