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 Sweden and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Blake Baxter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Ice-T,
Deakin,
Bill Wells,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Icehouse,
The Sound,
AZ,
Masters at Work,
Graham Central Station,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Newcleus,
Chrome,
Sixth Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scientists,
Pantytec,
Kaleidoscope,
Animal Collective,
Eurythmics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David McCallum,
Dennis Brown,
Ultravox,
Lindisfarne,
The Gap Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smiths,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül II,
The Zeros,
Aural Exciters,
Crooked Eye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Womack,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harmonia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eddi Front,
Unrelated Segments,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Dolphy,
Fela Kuti,
The Flesh Eaters,
a-ha,
Whodini,
Radio Birdman,
The Dave Clark Five,
The New Christs,
Terry Callier,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.