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 Tajikistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Dirtbombs to the rap 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Dual Sessions,
The Music Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Rosa Yemen,
Rakim,
David Axelrod,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Technova,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moody Blues,
Tubeway Army,
the Swans,
Ultravox,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Real Kids,
Khruangbin,
These Immortal Souls,
The Victims,
Janne Schatter,
Guru Guru,
Pantaleimon,
Cybotron,
Can,
The Star Department,
Judy Mowatt,
Slick Rick,
The J.B.'s,
Panda Bear,
Thompson Twins,
Suburban Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Seeds,
Main Source,
Robert Görl,
Dennis Brown,
Carl Craig,
Flash Fearless,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ituana,
Brick,
Duran Duran,
Depeche Mode,
Moby Grape,
MC5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Holt,
The Evens,
Sällskapet,
Ultra Naté,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pretty Things,
Black Bananas,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.