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 Hungary and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Alarm Clocks to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Birthday Party,
Vladislav Delay,
Siglo XX,
Funkadelic,
Sex Pistols,
Fat Boys,
The New Christs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Fad Gadget,
The Tremeloes,
Henry Cow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Trumans Water,
Rekid,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mummies,
Harpers Bizarre,
FM Einheit,
Heaven 17,
Joey Negro,
the Germs,
Cameo,
Wings,
Desert Stars,
Index,
Ornette Coleman,
The Kinks,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
The Beau Brummels,
Aural Exciters,
The Music Machine,
Inner City,
Pulsallama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brass Construction,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Leaves,
Pierre Henry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerri Chandler,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Halsall,
Babytalk,
Robert Hood,
Mars,
The Wake,
The Gap Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bluetip,
K-Klass,
Max Romeo,
Lower 48,
Ituana,
Kurtis Blow,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.