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 United Kingdom 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Ohio Players,
Derrick Morgan,
Easy Going,
The Alarm Clocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mo-Dettes,
a-ha,
Slave,
Terry Callier,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stetsasonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Basic Channel,
Kenny Larkin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harry Pussy,
Organ,
The Gap Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Germs,
The Names,
The Wake,
Skaos,
The Dirtbombs,
Scrapy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ten City,
Albert Ayler,
Monks,
Sun Ra,
Joe Finger,
The Remains,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pagans,
Tears for Fears,
Michelle Simonal,
Magma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gabor Szabo,
Tim Buckley,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantaleimon,
Henry Cow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Pylon,
Nico,
Quando Quango,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MDC,
the Association,
Marshall Jefferson,
cv313,
Anthony Braxton,
Joy Division,
Soul II Soul,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
In Retrospect,
Kaleidoscope,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.