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 Cuba and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Jeru the Damaja to the techno 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
Lightning Bolt,
Eli Mardock,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra,
Chris Corsano,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
David McCallum,
Joensuu 1685,
Spandau Ballet,
Stetsasonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sandy B,
Banda Bassotti,
Y Pants,
The Cure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joy Division,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gladiators,
Parry Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Flamin' Groovies,
La Düsseldorf,
Barbara Tucker,
Niagra,
Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kenny Larkin,
Bush Tetras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxette,
The Residents,
Black Bananas,
Basic Channel,
Talk Talk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
R.M.O.,
Royal Trux,
Reuben Wilson,
ABC,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wally Richardson,
Letta Mbulu,
Fear,
Los Fastidios,
Sparks,
JFA,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.