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 St Lucia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lalann to the punk 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
the Swans,
Delta 5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Sheep,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Stooges,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Niagra,
Eurythmics,
Television,
Desert Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Pere Ubu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronnie Foster,
The Count Five,
Mantronix,
The Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fuzztones,
Stetsasonic,
World's Most,
Eric B and Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sex Pistols,
Heaven 17,
the Normal,
Mission of Burma,
Howard Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Fraelich,
Rufus Thomas,
DNA,
The Martian,
Skarface,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Boredoms,
K-Klass,
Mr. Review,
Lightning Bolt,
Shoche,
Khruangbin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Model 500,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yellowson,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.