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 Philippines and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Colin Newman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Robert Görl,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter & Gordon,
The Victims,
the Swans,
H. Thieme,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gories,
Traffic Nightmare,
K-Klass,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wasted Youth,
Yaz,
A Certain Ratio,
Letta Mbulu,
The J.B.'s,
Khruangbin,
Little Man,
Accadde A,
Scion,
Joe Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grey Daturas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scratch Acid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Almond,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gregory Isaacs,
Index,
The Count Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Franke,
Simply Red,
Grauzone,
Minutemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Barracudas,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Cell,
Crime,
The Last Poets,
Goldenarms,
Pantaleimon,
Pylon,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skaos,
The Five Americans,
The Associates,
The Standells,
Chris Corsano,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronan,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.