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 Ukraine and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Theoretical Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
U.S. Maple,
Heaven 17,
David Axelrod,
The Cowsills,
FM Einheit,
Bluetip,
Mo-Dettes,
John Foxx,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Raincoats,
Sarah Menescal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fluxion,
Junior Murvin,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cramps,
Parry Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marmalade,
The Walker Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faust,
Pantaleimon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Make Up,
Quantec,
The Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Susan Cadogan,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül,
Robert Wyatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Groovy Waters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arthur Verocai,
These Immortal Souls,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Lynne,
Mission of Burma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Byron Stingily,
Supertramp,
The Vogues,
Sex Pistols,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.