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 Indonesia 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Peter & Gordon to the jazz 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Real Kids,
Slick Rick,
The Smoke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Boogie Down Productions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fugazi,
Eddi Front,
Harmonia,
Black Flag,
Rapeman,
Dead Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Piero Umiliani,
Minutemen,
Q and Not U,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cluster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nils Olav,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moby Grape,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cecil Taylor,
The Move,
Rakim,
Parry Music,
Porter Ricks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magazine,
Eric Dolphy,
the Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Yazoo,
Fat Boys,
Fluxion,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Sheep,
Black Moon,
Circle Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
Motorama,
Main Source,
Radiohead,
Lightning Bolt,
Mark Hollis,
Liliput,
Sam Rivers,
The Monochrome Set,
Ice-T,
Graham Central Station,
Cal Tjader,
Barrington Levy,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.