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 Cuba and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cybotron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Ponytail,
Mr. Review,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agent Orange,
Judy Mowatt,
David McCallum,
Oneida,
Yellowson,
Cybotron,
The Techniques,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arcadia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vladislav Delay,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aaron Thompson,
Pulsallama,
Television,
Sex Pistols,
The Leaves,
Maurizio,
Chrome,
The Cowsills,
Stetsasonic,
Livin' Joy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nico,
Unrelated Segments,
Can,
Khruangbin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lungfish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Albert Ayler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
kango's stein massive,
Bluetip,
Henry Cow,
Sparks,
Colin Newman,
The Count Five,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doors,
Mantronix,
Hardrive,
Quadrant,
Ohio Players,
Connie Case,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeru the Damaja,
EPMD,
Gong,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.