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 Iceland and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Erykah Badu to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultra Naté,
The Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Das Ding,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warren Ellis,
T. Rex,
LL Cool J,
Pole,
The Fuzztones,
Agent Orange,
Yazoo,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alphaville,
Pagans,
Iggy Pop,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Altered Images,
Wasted Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Halsall,
X-101,
The Beau Brummels,
Fugazi,
Warsaw,
Groovy Waters,
Mandrill,
Slick Rick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Organ,
Moebius,
Yaz,
The Last Poets,
Banda Bassotti,
the Normal,
Anthony Braxton,
Graham Central Station,
Mantronix,
Soulsonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
Marshall Jefferson,
New York Dolls,
the Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Arthur Verocai,
Minutemen,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cameo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mars,
Ten City,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.