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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Smog to the rock 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Mills,
Donald Byrd,
The Motions,
The Knickerbockers,
Wasted Youth,
The Fall,
Black Flag,
Morten Harket,
kango's stein massive,
The Gladiators,
B.T. Express,
Von Mondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cymande,
the Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Black Sheep,
Easy Going,
Spoonie Gee,
The Stooges,
The Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
The Evens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Bronski Beat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pole,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jawbox,
Y Pants,
OOIOO,
Hoover,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy Collins,
Minny Pops,
Susan Cadogan,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Accadde A,
The Offenders,
The Real Kids,
The Selecter,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun City Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stetsasonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.