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 Lesotho and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Angels of Light to the punk 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Sound Behaviour,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Davy DMX,
Scratch Acid,
Yellowson,
Aaron Thompson,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stockholm Monsters,
Theoretical Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joy Division,
Andrew Hill,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Residents,
MC5,
The Fuzztones,
Dawn Penn,
Reuben Wilson,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Idris Muhammad,
John Holt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Con Funk Shun,
Ralphi Rosario,
James White and The Blacks,
Nils Olav,
Ice-T,
Junior Murvin,
The Angels of Light,
Moss Icon,
This Heat,
Darondo,
Yazoo,
JFA,
David McCallum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy Collins,
the Slits,
The Fall,
The Birthday Party,
New Order,
The Velvet Underground,
Connie Case,
Bush Tetras,
The Blues Magoos,
Suburban Knight,
Procol Harum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marvin Gaye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rekid,
The Buckinghams,
The Black Dice,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.