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 Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Echospace to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Görl,
The Knickerbockers,
Q65,
Maurizio,
Alphaville,
Eddi Front,
David Axelrod,
Nick Fraelich,
Pagans,
Davy DMX,
LL Cool J,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smoke,
Make Up,
Bush Tetras,
In Retrospect,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Association,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scrapy,
The Residents,
EPMD,
Bobby Sherman,
Spoonie Gee,
World's Most,
The J.B.'s,
The Victims,
Darondo,
Model 500,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neu!,
The Barracudas,
Slave,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Machine,
Harmonia,
The Monks,
Black Pus,
the Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Real Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fortunes,
Radio Birdman,
The Offenders,
Glenn Branca,
Quadrant,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Star Department,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.