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 Mozambique and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
the Association,
Freddie Wadling,
Section 25,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cameo,
Jandek,
Alton Ellis,
Hardrive,
Dead Boys,
David McCallum,
D'Angelo,
Public Image Ltd.,
CMW,
Bang On A Can,
Juan Atkins,
Bauhaus,
Fat Boys,
John Holt,
Andrew Hill,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man,
Marc Almond,
The Cure,
Interpol,
Moebius,
June Days,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Essential Logic,
The Raincoats,
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
Ronan,
Mars,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Fraelich,
KRS-One,
Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doors,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick May,
The Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Khruangbin,
Lindisfarne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.