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 Estonia and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moby Grape to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unrelated Segments,
Barry Ungar,
Roxy Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maurizio,
Monks,
Stetsasonic,
The Associates,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minutemen,
John Foxx,
Camouflage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Residents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Byron Stingily,
The Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
Hoover,
Parry Music,
Au Pairs,
Chris Corsano,
The Fuzztones,
Saccharine Trust,
Alton Ellis,
Moebius,
Black Moon,
Stereo Dub,
Infiniti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
E-Dancer,
The Star Department,
Fifty Foot Hose,
a-ha,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Cybotron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Model 500,
Accadde A,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Ronan,
The Trojans,
Negative Approach,
Joyce Sims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Human League,
The Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Toasters,
Yusef Lateef,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.