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 Laos and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Janne Schatter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Main Source,
Bronski Beat,
Infiniti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Yellowson,
The Zeros,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ludus,
Sixth Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Outsiders,
Erasure,
Anthony Braxton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masters at Work,
KRS-One,
The Music Machine,
Radiohead,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Divine Comedy,
Television Personalities,
ABBA,
Y Pants,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Human League,
Monolake,
This Heat,
Ronan,
The Five Americans,
Desert Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barrington Levy,
The American Breed,
ABC,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fortunes,
Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unwound,
Patti Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Grauzone,
Susan Cadogan,
Moss Icon,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monochrome Set,
D'Angelo,
Livin' Joy,
Deakin,
Derrick Morgan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lower 48,
The Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Bob Dylan,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.