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 Grenada and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Radiopuhelimet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
DNA,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fear,
Sam Rivers,
Black Bananas,
Massinfluence,
The United States of America,
Yusef Lateef,
Letta Mbulu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Swans,
Cluster,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Fraelich,
Rapeman,
Pere Ubu,
The Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Scion,
The Star Department,
Hashim,
Amon Düül II,
The Black Dice,
a-ha,
Albert Ayler,
The American Breed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lindisfarne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
H. Thieme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Techniques,
EPMD,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kas Product,
Los Fastidios,
Bizarre Inc.,
Livin' Joy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Tim Buckley,
Cecil Taylor,
Cheater Slicks,
Subhumans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Simply Red,
Rekid,
Magma,
Television Personalities,
Technova,
Minutemen,
Gang Starr,
Bill Wells,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.