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 Chile and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joyce Sims to the grime 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Television,
Motorama,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Golliwogs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The J.B.'s,
Hot Snakes,
Steve Hackett,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Detroit Cobras,
L. Decosne,
Soft Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joy Division,
X-101,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Görl,
Dennis Brown,
Lindisfarne,
Agent Orange,
The Gun Club,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smiths,
Janne Schatter,
Spandau Ballet,
Cecil Taylor,
The Human League,
Ohio Players,
Yellowson,
New Order,
Absolute Body Control,
Qualms,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül II,
Skaos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minor Threat,
The Leaves,
The Slackers,
The Blues Magoos,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Hill,
Eli Mardock,
Maurizio,
Yazoo,
Sandy B,
The Grass Roots,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sex Pistols,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Style,
Marc Almond,
Television Personalities,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.