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 Sudan and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Faust to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultravox,
Connie Case,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wire,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Near,
Jeff Lynne,
John Holt,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Görl,
Eddi Front,
Ponytail,
Talk Talk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scientists,
Hardrive,
The Kinks,
Barbara Tucker,
Crooked Eye,
Reuben Wilson,
Half Japanese,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mummies,
Stetsasonic,
The Fugs,
Derrick May,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Flag,
Oneida,
June Days,
Altered Images,
Darondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Average White Band,
David McCallum,
Absolute Body Control,
Ohio Players,
Sparks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funkadelic,
The Raincoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joensuu 1685,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nils Olav,
Aural Exciters,
The Searchers,
Negative Approach,
Ultra Naté,
Yaz,
The Smoke,
Cluster,
Soul II Soul,
Desert Stars,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.