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 Nepal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 the Human League to the dance 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo 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?
Bob Dylan,
Supertramp,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boredoms,
Davy DMX,
One Last Wish,
The Selecter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Evens,
Drexciya,
Isaac Hayes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Human League,
Don Cherry,
Little Man,
E-Dancer,
John Lydon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skriet,
The Cowsills,
Yazoo,
Das Ding,
Charles Mingus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Magma,
Wally Richardson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moody Blues,
Main Source,
Pulsallama,
Cluster,
The Pretty Things,
Lungfish,
Kerri Chandler,
Saccharine Trust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ken Boothe,
Masters at Work,
kango's stein massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scientists,
Bush Tetras,
the Normal,
Whodini,
Godley & Creme,
Camberwell Now,
The Martian,
Joe Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suburban Knight,
Unwound,
Amon Düül,
Fluxion,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.