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 Marshall Islands and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy Collins,
The New Christs,
Agitation Free,
the Association,
The Toasters,
Hot Snakes,
Sixth Finger,
Kas Product,
The Blackbyrds,
a-ha,
Rod Modell,
Chrome,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
The Leaves,
The Durutti Column,
Eddi Front,
The Sonics,
Accadde A,
Anakelly,
The Fortunes,
Todd Terry,
Robert Wyatt,
Hashim,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Adolescents,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker,
June Days,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wasted Youth,
Visage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Intrusion,
Crash Course in Science,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vainqueur,
Urselle,
Roxy Music,
Hoover,
Deepchord,
Hasil Adkins,
Subhumans,
Carl Craig,
Al Stewart,
Ice-T,
Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
EPMD,
A Certain Ratio,
Jandek,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slave,
Negative Approach,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.