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 Guyana and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DJ Sneak to the techno 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Minor Threat,
The Index,
Section 25,
The Gap Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Al Stewart,
New Age Steppers,
Marine Girls,
Procol Harum,
Donald Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
10cc,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Piero Umiliani,
Roger Hodgson,
Severed Heads,
Rod Modell,
Wings,
Black Bananas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Josef K,
Harmonia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Amazonics,
Pantytec,
John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bauhaus,
Moby Grape,
Audionom,
Rekid,
Groovy Waters,
the Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Cal Tjader,
Crash Course in Science,
Agitation Free,
The Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Bush Tetras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Whodini,
Tom Boy,
Heaven 17,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Halsall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grauzone,
Visage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Model 500,
Pagans,
Robert Hood,
Judy Mowatt,
The Count Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Supertramp,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.