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 Peru and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Slick Rick to the funk 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Trojans,
The Young Rascals,
Faraquet,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Lynne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quadrant,
Johnny Clarke,
Easy Going,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yazoo,
Average White Band,
Dave Gahan,
Rotary Connection,
Organ,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Techniques,
Lebanon Hanover,
Adolescents,
Spandau Ballet,
Franke,
Sister Nancy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
AZ,
The Wake,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül II,
Section 25,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Residents,
The Birthday Party,
Goldenarms,
Unrelated Segments,
Severed Heads,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Basic Channel,
Neu!,
The Buckinghams,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mission of Burma,
Malaria!,
Massinfluence,
June Days,
Peter & Gordon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
LL Cool J,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blancmange,
China Crisis,
Aswad,
Public Enemy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Radiohead,
Newcleus,
Sällskapet,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.