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 Venezuela and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
The Martian,
Roxette,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Rekid,
Joe Finger,
Loose Ends,
Audionom,
Nirvana,
The Searchers,
La Düsseldorf,
Thee Headcoats,
B.T. Express,
Donald Byrd,
The Dead C,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liliput,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalann,
The Real Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Black Bananas,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultravox,
Suicide,
Brothers Johnson,
Yazoo,
The Motions,
The Slackers,
Interpol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quantec,
Magazine,
Drexciya,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Little Man,
Goldenarms,
Monolake,
Saccharine Trust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Copeland,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eddi Front,
Chris & Cosey,
Flash Fearless,
Steve Hackett,
Don Cherry,
Camberwell Now,
FM Einheit,
Supertramp,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Mills,
Glenn Branca,
Oblivians,
Wings,
Grey Daturas,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.