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 Thailand and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peter & Gordon to the techno 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faraquet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Sherman,
The Associates,
ABC,
Scrapy,
Charles Mingus,
Los Fastidios,
Brothers Johnson,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Pus,
Sällskapet,
The Birthday Party,
Crime,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Order,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arab on Radar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sexual Harrassment,
It's A Beautiful Day,
EPMD,
Marvin Gaye,
The Motions,
Bobby Womack,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alison Limerick,
The Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cowsills,
Main Source,
Reagan Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Godley & Creme,
Minor Threat,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erasure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Names,
Eli Mardock,
Kayak,
Darondo,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.