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 San Marino 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Robert Palmer 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 Depeche Mode to the rap 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Aloha Tigers,
Echospace,
The Saints,
Reagan Youth,
Sun City Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scratch Acid,
Sällskapet,
The Busters,
David Axelrod,
CMW,
Lalann,
The Cramps,
The Moody Blues,
The Doors,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Laurel Aitken,
It's A Beautiful Day,
48th St. Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Kinks,
DJ Sneak,
Alison Limerick,
Chris & Cosey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Stooges,
Whodini,
Funkadelic,
Pylon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang On A Can,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers,
Drexciya,
Minny Pops,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacob Miller,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swell Maps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pulsallama,
Gang of Four,
the Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hoover,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Graham Central Station,
Guru Guru,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Davy DMX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Offenders,
Yellowson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.