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 Burundi 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 10cc to the dance 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Sound Behaviour,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ituana,
Marmalade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Surgeon,
Don Cherry,
Yusef Lateef,
Wally Richardson,
Dave Gahan,
Wolf Eyes,
Iggy Pop,
Oneida,
Intrusion,
New York Dolls,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick May,
The Dead C,
Cameo,
Sugar Minott,
Vainqueur,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Teasers,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
Fluxion,
H. Thieme,
Roxette,
Suicide,
The American Breed,
ABC,
Wings,
Morten Harket,
Deakin,
Yazoo,
The Selecter,
Urselle,
Sam Rivers,
The Motions,
Laurel Aitken,
Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
The Count Five,
Crooked Eye,
Bluetip,
John Foxx,
Ronnie Foster,
Gabor Szabo,
Gong,
a-ha,
Joe Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Audionom,
Das Ding,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.