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 Turkmenistan and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DNA to the rock 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Don Cherry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funky Four + One,
Deadbeat,
Thompson Twins,
Black Moon,
Chrome,
Lou Reed,
The Last Poets,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
The Dead C,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yaz,
Andrew Hill,
Roger Hodgson,
The Searchers,
China Crisis,
The Motions,
Wire,
Wally Richardson,
Sex Pistols,
The Modern Lovers,
Interpol,
The Gap Band,
Dennis Brown,
Joey Negro,
Flash Fearless,
Masters at Work,
the Association,
T.S.O.L.,
The Misunderstood,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Babytalk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Malaria!,
Connie Case,
Lucky Dragons,
Throbbing Gristle,
Adolescents,
Tubeway Army,
Technova,
Boz Scaggs,
Howard Jones,
Infiniti,
UT,
Theoretical Girls,
Moebius,
The Birthday Party,
48th St. Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doors,
Althea and Donna,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Graham Central Station,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.