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 Colombia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Newcleus 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxette,
Pere Ubu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Toni Rubio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Banda Bassotti,
Nico,
Simply Red,
Bootsy Collins,
June Days,
Pulsallama,
Rites of Spring,
Masters at Work,
Tubeway Army,
Panda Bear,
The Standells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cheater Slicks,
Steve Hackett,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yaz,
L. Decosne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alton Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
The Vogues,
Radiohead,
the Association,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Trumans Water,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Red Krayola,
The Gun Club,
EPMD,
the Slits,
H. Thieme,
The Doors,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Surgeon,
Newcleus,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hardrive,
Urselle,
Sugar Minott,
Peter and Kerry,
Animal Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash,
Smog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.