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 Paraguay and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 U.S. Maple to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radio Birdman,
This Heat,
Main Source,
Ludus,
Matthew Bourne,
Lungfish,
The Residents,
The Golliwogs,
Nils Olav,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monks,
Toni Rubio,
Basic Channel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Janne Schatter,
Donald Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
The United States of America,
Colin Newman,
Groovy Waters,
Neu!,
Barry Ungar,
Scratch Acid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blues Magoos,
the Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Tremeloes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Royal Trux,
Crooked Eye,
Stiv Bators,
The Selecter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T. Rex,
Lightning Bolt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aural Exciters,
Rosa Yemen,
Half Japanese,
Moebius,
The Kinks,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pagans,
Cheater Slicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Marmalade,
Qualms,
Kenny Larkin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Surgeon,
Minutemen,
Glenn Branca,
Talk Talk,
Lucky Dragons,
Nas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantaleimon,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.