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 Poland and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Roxy Music to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Sonic Youth,
Quantec,
The Velvet Underground,
Animal Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Howard Jones,
Camouflage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
a-ha,
Nation of Ulysses,
This Heat,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Fraelich,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Sheep,
Rod Modell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Holt,
Country Teasers,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
Funkadelic,
Moby Grape,
Clear Light,
Little Man,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mo-Dettes,
Monolake,
Panda Bear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalann,
FM Einheit,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minny Pops,
Alton Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
The Mojo Men,
Scion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hasil Adkins,
Marmalade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wasted Youth,
the Germs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Second Layer,
Ludus,
U.S. Maple,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Five Americans,
Moebius,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joey Negro,
The Index,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxy Music,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.