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 Liechtenstein and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arcadia,
D'Angelo,
Deepchord,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Qualms,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris Corsano,
Anthony Braxton,
Mission of Burma,
The Durutti Column,
Toni Rubio,
Depeche Mode,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brand Nubian,
the Human League,
Crooked Eye,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barbara Tucker,
Camberwell Now,
The Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronan,
Organ,
Radio Birdman,
The Vogues,
Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
The Neon Judgement,
Byron Stingily,
Heaven 17,
Negative Approach,
Adolescents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Make Up,
cv313,
Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Iggy Pop,
The United States of America,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amazonics,
The Invisible,
Monolake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vainqueur,
Swell Maps,
Roxette,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultravox,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Remains,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sällskapet,
Shuggie Otis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Red Krayola,
Minor Threat,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.