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 Eritrea and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Matthew Halsall to the jazz 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare,
Skriet,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed,
Quantec,
UT,
Neil Young,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy Collins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monolake,
Black Flag,
Mission of Burma,
The Fortunes,
Spoonie Gee,
the Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Agitation Free,
Sarah Menescal,
The Grass Roots,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Con Funk Shun,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxette,
The Mummies,
Minny Pops,
The Skatalites,
Ronan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cluster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Searchers,
the Germs,
Rites of Spring,
Zero Boys,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Duran Duran,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Second Layer,
Massinfluence,
The Barracudas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
Mars,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monochrome Set,
Visage,
Moebius,
Harry Pussy,
Y Pants,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nils Olav,
Organ,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.