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 Uzbekistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Mark Hollis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sixth Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cybotron,
The Angels of Light,
Sugar Minott,
Ponytail,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-102,
Wings,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dave Clark Five,
Josef K,
Glenn Branca,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Last Poets,
Tears for Fears,
Index,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
Neu!,
The Motions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultravox,
DJ Style,
Second Layer,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fugs,
Nico,
Half Japanese,
The Evens,
Gichy Dan,
Easy Going,
New York Dolls,
Brick,
R.M.O.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fela Kuti,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul Sonic Force,
10cc,
The Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Young Marble Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Curtis Mayfield,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arab on Radar,
Fad Gadget,
Pylon,
Albert Ayler,
Dual Sessions,
H. Thieme,
Delta 5,
Boredoms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.