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 Djibouti and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ronnie Foster to the rap 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
the Association,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-101,
FM Einheit,
Depeche Mode,
The Slackers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Black Dice,
Wally Richardson,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magazine,
E-Dancer,
LL Cool J,
Von Mondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blake Baxter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gap Band,
Nico,
Minutemen,
Warren Ellis,
Cameo,
Urselle,
Bang On A Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Young Marble Giants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moby Grape,
Ultravox,
Janne Schatter,
Gabor Szabo,
the Human League,
Monolake,
Grey Daturas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick Morgan,
Wolf Eyes,
Loose Ends,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pretty Things,
Roxette,
The Leaves,
Ultra Naté,
The Saints,
Infiniti,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Subhumans,
Hasil Adkins,
Organ,
Stereo Dub,
D'Angelo,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.