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 France and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Flamin' Groovies to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gap Band,
Junior Murvin,
Babytalk,
The Star Department,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Talk Talk,
Procol Harum,
The American Breed,
The Cure,
Yellowson,
Yaz,
Grey Daturas,
Idris Muhammad,
Royal Trux,
T. Rex,
Quantec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Lynne,
Dave Gahan,
Thompson Twins,
Moby Grape,
Bad Manners,
Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Desert Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zero Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
F. McDonald,
Maurizio,
Judy Mowatt,
Los Fastidios,
the Normal,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang of Four,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Fraelich,
Lower 48,
Eve St. Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Brass Construction,
Quando Quango,
Toni Rubio,
Pussy Galore,
Eddi Front,
Robert Wyatt,
B.T. Express,
Public Image Ltd.,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.