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 Barbados and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Bob Dylan to the jazz 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
10cc,
Outsiders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
D'Angelo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donny Hathaway,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sound,
Q and Not U,
The Barracudas,
Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dave Clark Five,
Trumans Water,
Kayak,
Derrick May,
The Blackbyrds,
Animal Collective,
Josef K,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Thompson Twins,
Camouflage,
Barbara Tucker,
Gong,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Babytalk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Howard Jones,
Anakelly,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gap Band,
Urselle,
Altered Images,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerri Chandler,
Sandy B,
The Trojans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiohead,
The Last Poets,
The Litter,
The Count Five,
Procol Harum,
Scion,
Sarah Menescal,
Steve Hackett,
Throbbing Gristle,
Darondo,
Faraquet,
Radio Birdman,
Patti Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Holt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül II,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.