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 Suriname and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rosa Yemen 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Simply Red,
Amazonics,
Mad Mike,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Starr,
Inner City,
Alphaville,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Moon,
The Doors,
Agent Orange,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABBA,
Goldenarms,
Von Mondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Smooth,
Ten City,
Buzzcocks,
Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scientists,
Kayak,
Erasure,
Rapeman,
Basic Channel,
CMW,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maurizio,
Wings,
Talk Talk,
The Motions,
The Walker Brothers,
Ludus,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Count Five,
Stereo Dub,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smoke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neu!,
Siglo XX,
The Mojo Men,
Deakin,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Graham Central Station,
World's Most,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra,
Agitation Free,
the Association,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Standells,
Skriet,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.