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 Kenya 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the funk 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Pantytec,
Sonic Youth,
Camouflage,
In Retrospect,
CMW,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Guru Guru,
Moebius,
Boredoms,
Half Japanese,
Ludus,
Roxette,
Goldenarms,
Lyres,
Joe Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vladislav Delay,
Tommy Roe,
Ultravox,
The Divine Comedy,
the Bar-Kays,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris & Cosey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rapeman,
Bang On A Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Pulsallama,
Rotary Connection,
Bronski Beat,
Letta Mbulu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skriet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Görl,
Flipper,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terry Callier,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bad Manners,
Barrington Levy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agent Orange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Michelle Simonal,
Anakelly,
Ronnie Foster,
Lindisfarne,
Negative Approach,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.