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 Mauritius and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crime to the grime 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Saints,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brass Construction,
Moby Grape,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Excepter,
Loose Ends,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fall,
Gang Starr,
Cameo,
the Bar-Kays,
Mission of Burma,
The Offenders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dawn Penn,
Lower 48,
Outsiders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Motorama,
Dennis Brown,
Dark Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantaleimon,
KRS-One,
June of 44,
Little Man,
Mark Hollis,
Parry Music,
Jacob Miller,
Livin' Joy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter and Kerry,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Lynne,
Marmalade,
LL Cool J,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
Sugar Minott,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bauhaus,
Max Romeo,
The Cramps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Archie Shepp,
Donald Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Hill,
Faraquet,
Skaos,
Urselle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.