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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eric Dolphy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
China Crisis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donald Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Depeche Mode,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lower 48,
Aural Exciters,
Suburban Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Ten City,
Nils Olav,
LL Cool J,
Jerry's Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moss Icon,
The Knickerbockers,
Mo-Dettes,
Kas Product,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Pus,
Soul II Soul,
the Sonics,
Lakeside,
Vainqueur,
Arthur Verocai,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tom Boy,
Arab on Radar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arcadia,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yaz,
The Fuzztones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ituana,
Scan 7,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacques Brel,
Little Man,
Byron Stingily,
Severed Heads,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faust,
The Offenders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Inner City,
Surgeon,
Grey Daturas,
Wire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Modern Lovers,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.