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 Liechtenstein and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Monolake 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Sex Pistols,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Junior Murvin,
The Sonics,
The Invisible,
Faust,
Joy Division,
Echospace,
Monks,
The Cowsills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q65,
Minor Threat,
Rekid,
The Birthday Party,
Marine Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Bush Tetras,
Wings,
Talk Talk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tubeway Army,
Jacques Brel,
T.S.O.L.,
Negative Approach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Al Stewart,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Pus,
Qualms,
Sister Nancy,
Mark Hollis,
The Moody Blues,
ABC,
Shuggie Otis,
The Victims,
The Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerri Chandler,
Unwound,
June of 44,
Anthony Braxton,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Terry,
In Retrospect,
Altered Images,
Quando Quango,
Piero Umiliani,
Gong,
Lakeside,
Dead Boys,
Goldenarms,
Eve St. Jones,
The Five Americans,
David McCallum,
The Real Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.