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 Samoa and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Josef K to the dance 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Evens,
Spoonie Gee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantaleimon,
The Moleskins,
Pagans,
The Gladiators,
T.S.O.L.,
Moby Grape,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flipper,
48th St. Collective,
Wings,
Reuben Wilson,
Tim Buckley,
Ultra Naté,
Von Mondo,
Procol Harum,
Gang of Four,
Cymande,
kango's stein massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lyres,
Marc Almond,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Ossler,
Essential Logic,
Heaven 17,
Aloha Tigers,
Das Ding,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Josef K,
John Foxx,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MDC,
Siglo XX,
Godley & Creme,
Audionom,
H. Thieme,
Loose Ends,
The Motions,
Royal Trux,
Fat Boys,
Gong,
Bobby Byrd,
The Happenings,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young,
Byron Stingily,
Tres Demented,
Gang Starr,
Marmalade,
The Grass Roots,
The Slackers,
Roxy Music,
New Order,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.