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 Singapore and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Ponytail to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '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 Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Moebius,
Intrusion,
Joe Smooth,
Funkadelic,
L. Decosne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Carl Craig,
New York Dolls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Sixth Finger,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Mills,
EPMD,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Magma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Idris Muhammad,
D'Angelo,
The Mojo Men,
Icehouse,
Agent Orange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Bourne,
The Red Krayola,
The Beau Brummels,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Howard Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Flipper,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monochrome Set,
The Invisible,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Symarip,
Boz Scaggs,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cure,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ohio Players,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quando Quango,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barbara Tucker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donny Hathaway,
Tim Buckley,
Hardrive,
Scion,
Amon Düül,
Camouflage,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.