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 Poland and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Roxy Music to the grunge 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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Monolake,
Sight & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Janne Schatter,
Boredoms,
Ronan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff,
Surgeon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rekid,
Outsiders,
Pierre Henry,
Darondo,
Nik Kershaw,
cv313,
Joyce Sims,
Sixth Finger,
The Motions,
Todd Rundgren,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Hill,
Popol Vuh,
Sun City Girls,
The Seeds,
June of 44,
Los Fastidios,
the Slits,
Unwound,
the Normal,
Nils Olav,
Eden Ahbez,
Steve Hackett,
Underground Resistance,
Rosa Yemen,
Depeche Mode,
Buzzcocks,
Fela Kuti,
Patti Smith,
John Holt,
Chris Corsano,
Supertramp,
E-Dancer,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joey Negro,
Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oblivians,
Sexual Harrassment,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Albert Ayler,
Kayak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABC,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.