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 Georgia and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
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 mellotron 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 Steve Hackett to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Idris Muhammad,
The Saints,
Monks,
Half Japanese,
Popol Vuh,
8 Eyed Spy,
Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Hill,
Organ,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Martian,
Nils Olav,
The J.B.'s,
The Walker Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Vogues,
Kaleidoscope,
Youth Brigade,
Blancmange,
Flipper,
Blake Baxter,
The Kinks,
Hashim,
H. Thieme,
The Mummies,
Marc Almond,
Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Masters at Work,
Gichy Dan,
Marine Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mad Mike,
The Fall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dead C,
Don Cherry,
Thee Headcoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Absolute Body Control,
A Certain Ratio,
The Count Five,
Liliput,
Nation of Ulysses,
David McCallum,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erykah Badu,
Porter Ricks,
Sixth Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monochrome Set,
CMW,
B.T. Express,
Ohio Players,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.