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 Ireland and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Juan Atkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Joyce Sims,
Harmonia,
The Pop Group,
Kas Product,
Groovy Waters,
Zero Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Tim Buckley,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxy Music,
The Star Department,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Almond,
The Angels of Light,
Lalann,
Scratch Acid,
Sandy B,
The Last Poets,
Lightning Bolt,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echospace,
the Germs,
Loose Ends,
Moebius,
The Pretty Things,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jandek,
The Standells,
The Smoke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Wake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kayak,
Brand Nubian,
the Human League,
Henry Cow,
Soul II Soul,
Wire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Index,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pierre Henry,
Soulsonic Force,
Maurizio,
Connie Case,
Yellowson,
Adolescents,
The Cramps,
Subhumans,
Wings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Icehouse,
Country Teasers,
Grey Daturas,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.