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 Bangladesh and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 The Leaves to the funk 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Nils Olav,
Black Sheep,
Arcadia,
Ultravox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Patti Smith,
Little Man,
The Angels of Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stetsasonic,
Glenn Branca,
Technova,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Porter Ricks,
Underground Resistance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lower 48,
Loose Ends,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quantec,
Radiohead,
Easy Going,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moss Icon,
The Litter,
Wings,
Amazonics,
Gang Green,
Neu!,
Eli Mardock,
Pussy Galore,
The Gap Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Q and Not U,
Bill Near,
Mantronix,
Absolute Body Control,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Womack,
Sällskapet,
Nas,
The Techniques,
Alton Ellis,
Au Pairs,
The Misunderstood,
Kaleidoscope,
Aloha Tigers,
Arab on Radar,
The Dirtbombs,
Arthur Verocai,
D'Angelo,
Pantaleimon,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.