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 Burkina and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 New Order to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Zeros,
Bush Tetras,
The Techniques,
Fela Kuti,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül,
Rotary Connection,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delta 5,
Goldenarms,
Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Minutemen,
Simply Red,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Raincoats,
Pagans,
The Neon Judgement,
Desert Stars,
Deepchord,
Jawbox,
Subhumans,
The Residents,
Saccharine Trust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun City Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Brick,
Thee Headcoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Parry Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Finger,
Motorama,
Audionom,
The Black Dice,
B.T. Express,
Nas,
Rosa Yemen,
Suicide,
Roger Hodgson,
the Swans,
Organ,
Bang On A Can,
Theoretical Girls,
Mantronix,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blackbyrds,
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.