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 Nigeria and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Franke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Au Pairs,
FM Einheit,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visage,
Moss Icon,
Kerrie Biddell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
One Last Wish,
Cameo,
Eric Copeland,
Absolute Body Control,
Pere Ubu,
Roger Hodgson,
Sällskapet,
Barry Ungar,
The Happenings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Hood,
The American Breed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
L. Decosne,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doors,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lakeside,
Sparks,
Black Sheep,
Danielle Patucci,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Residents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Connie Case,
Ultra Naté,
The Blues Magoos,
Crime,
Essential Logic,
Animal Collective,
David McCallum,
Eden Ahbez,
Kayak,
Minutemen,
T. Rex,
Saccharine Trust,
Dark Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
The Techniques,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker,
Susan Cadogan,
John Holt,
Aural Exciters,
Niagra,
Joe Finger,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.