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 United States and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Ultravox to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Neu!,
Spandau Ballet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Loose Ends,
Y Pants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mad Mike,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scientists,
Monks,
John Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Animal Collective,
The Index,
The Moody Blues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Near,
The Cosmic Jokers,
U.S. Maple,
The Victims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pop Group,
Hot Snakes,
The Zeros,
Tres Demented,
Magazine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Index,
Ituana,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Pus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
AZ,
Ten City,
John Holt,
Godley & Creme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Average White Band,
La Düsseldorf,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mantronix,
Donald Byrd,
Lower 48,
CMW,
John Lydon,
Ponytail,
Gichy Dan,
The Modern Lovers,
The Golliwogs,
The Gladiators,
Connie Case,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scan 7,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.