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 East Timor and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Inner City to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Mark Hollis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aural Exciters,
Organ,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mummies,
Bluetip,
The Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Almond,
Nils Olav,
The Golliwogs,
Dead Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stereo Dub,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker,
Sound Behaviour,
Severed Heads,
Darondo,
Royal Trux,
The Human League,
Fad Gadget,
The New Christs,
Charles Mingus,
Lyres,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glenn Branca,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Saints,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Teasers,
Frankie Knuckles,
a-ha,
Letta Mbulu,
The Raincoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Panda Bear,
The Smoke,
The Dirtbombs,
Model 500,
Absolute Body Control,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MC5,
The Gories,
Minnie Riperton,
Rapeman,
Rotary Connection,
Fluxion,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June of 44,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.