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 Tuvalu and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Andrew Hill to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Q65,
Pere Ubu,
Faust,
China Crisis,
Roxette,
Ponytail,
Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
F. McDonald,
Rotary Connection,
Rites of Spring,
Franke,
the Bar-Kays,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dawn Penn,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Wells,
Schoolly D,
Eric Copeland,
The Five Americans,
John Foxx,
ABC,
Audionom,
Average White Band,
Grey Daturas,
Gang of Four,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Outsiders,
The Toasters,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bluetip,
The Vogues,
Sister Nancy,
Ultravox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
DJ Sneak,
The Divine Comedy,
Mars,
Danielle Patucci,
Gong,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Archie Shepp,
The Move,
Sight & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Music Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül II,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.