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 Egypt and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Howard Jones to the rock 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
D'Angelo,
The Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
Barry Ungar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Laurel Aitken,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Altered Images,
Smog,
Magazine,
Ten City,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Fraelich,
Jawbox,
Reagan Youth,
Kayak,
Harmonia,
Minutemen,
Maurizio,
Bobby Sherman,
Al Stewart,
Oblivians,
Aaron Thompson,
The Associates,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mojo Men,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Hood,
Gang Green,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Goldenarms,
Chris & Cosey,
cv313,
Byron Stingily,
the Germs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crooked Eye,
Theoretical Girls,
Silicon Teens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Porter Ricks,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Intrusion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crash Course in Science,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cure,
Angry Samoans,
Wally Richardson,
The Saints,
Todd Rundgren,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mandrill,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.