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 Dominica and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Mary Jane Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monks,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Style,
E-Dancer,
Shuggie Otis,
Groovy Waters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Excepter,
Grauzone,
Circle Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Stetsasonic,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Don Cherry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Velvet Underground,
Bad Manners,
Eli Mardock,
Vladislav Delay,
Aloha Tigers,
Alice Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
Lungfish,
Nation of Ulysses,
This Heat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Al Stewart,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lucky Dragons,
Make Up,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young,
Nik Kershaw,
The Evens,
Urselle,
Bush Tetras,
Tom Boy,
Thee Headcoats,
Pierre Henry,
Radio Birdman,
The Motions,
In Retrospect,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Womack,
Cybotron,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Christie,
Niagra,
Gichy Dan,
The Move,
Duran Duran,
Faraquet,
Porter Ricks,
Yellowson,
Hardrive,
Lalann,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.