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 India 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brass Construction to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Brothers Johnson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T.S.O.L.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Human League,
Marmalade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
CMW,
This Heat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cal Tjader,
Severed Heads,
Chrome,
Donald Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers,
Howard Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Flag,
Leonard Cohen,
Cymande,
Lightning Bolt,
The Litter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camberwell Now,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Moon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Saccharine Trust,
John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Last Poets,
The Golliwogs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Association,
Black Bananas,
Janne Schatter,
The Raincoats,
Young Marble Giants,
Quando Quango,
Groovy Waters,
Fugazi,
Organ,
Eli Mardock,
The Slackers,
Lou Christie,
Crispy Ambulance,
One Last Wish,
Visage,
Heaven 17,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.