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 Barbados and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Nirvana to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Albert Ayler,
Minnie Riperton,
Steve Hackett,
The Durutti Column,
Banda Bassotti,
Marvin Gaye,
Pole,
Skaos,
Darondo,
Bang On A Can,
Thompson Twins,
Kenny Larkin,
The Victims,
Angry Samoans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hardrive,
Pantytec,
Dave Gahan,
Agitation Free,
The Evens,
Buzzcocks,
Grauzone,
John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Grass Roots,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABC,
Crash Course in Science,
The Zeros,
The Trojans,
Con Funk Shun,
Joey Negro,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Near,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nas,
Lou Reed,
The Wake,
Q65,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Almond,
Loose Ends,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Toni Rubio,
Henry Cow,
Tears for Fears,
X-101,
Guru Guru,
The Walker Brothers,
The Invisible,
Reuben Wilson,
The Black Dice,
Wings,
One Last Wish,
Oblivians,
David Axelrod,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.