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 Algeria and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rap 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Almond,
John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gap Band,
Fad Gadget,
The Misunderstood,
Desert Stars,
Suicide,
Los Fastidios,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kenny Larkin,
Moby Grape,
David Bowie,
Trumans Water,
The Dead C,
Bill Wells,
Soul II Soul,
Dark Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Rundgren,
Delta 5,
Kayak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hardrive,
The Count Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Howard Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Royal Trux,
Rosa Yemen,
Technova,
Thee Headcoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharoah Sanders,
kango's stein massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Kinks,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronan,
Fluxion,
Malaria!,
Echospace,
World's Most,
The Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Supertramp,
Colin Newman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.