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 New Zealand and from Manila.
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 Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Nico 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 grime 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Livin' Joy,
Roxette,
Bluetip,
The Misunderstood,
Ossler,
Pylon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brass Construction,
Sonny Sharrock,
Al Stewart,
Easy Going,
The Busters,
X-101,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Lynne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sarah Menescal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Cameo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maurizio,
B.T. Express,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June Days,
Absolute Body Control,
The Seeds,
Howard Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q65,
Ten City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Residents,
Cheater Slicks,
Newcleus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Khruangbin,
Bang On A Can,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mr. Review,
Fugazi,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young,
Juan Atkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
10cc,
Qualms,
Pulsallama,
Cymande,
The Modern Lovers,
The Velvet Underground,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joey Negro,
Mantronix,
The Moody Blues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.