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 Germany and from New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 The Gories to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Boredoms,
Heaven 17,
the Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
The Raincoats,
Black Pus,
Skarface,
Yusef Lateef,
Ice-T,
Sam Rivers,
Steve Hackett,
Siglo XX,
PIL,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Age Steppers,
The Gladiators,
cv313,
Jeru the Damaja,
Silicon Teens,
Delta 5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronnie Foster,
Funky Four + One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jimmy McGriff,
L. Decosne,
Barbara Tucker,
Spandau Ballet,
Minny Pops,
Lyres,
Hardrive,
The Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Rundgren,
The Move,
The Trojans,
The Cowsills,
Pierre Henry,
Nils Olav,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
kango's stein massive,
Pantaleimon,
Smog,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Main Source,
Lightning Bolt,
Malaria!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Underground Resistance,
Black Flag,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slackers,
Judy Mowatt,
Urselle,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.