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 Niger and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ituana to the grime 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fugazi,
Kaleidoscope,
X-101,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bauhaus,
Ossler,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gladiators,
Lalann,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Hill,
Gichy Dan,
James White and The Blacks,
Infiniti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
The Invisible,
Robert Hood,
Marmalade,
Sam Rivers,
Minny Pops,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Bourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Bob Dylan,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonic Youth,
Brick,
Section 25,
Jacob Miller,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crooked Eye,
Qualms,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harmonia,
Black Moon,
Unrelated Segments,
The Victims,
The Angels of Light,
Morten Harket,
Rotary Connection,
Tim Buckley,
Reagan Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Warsaw,
The Wake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cal Tjader,
Skriet,
Todd Rundgren,
Kenny Larkin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smiths,
Rod Modell,
Vladislav Delay,
Kayak,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.