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 Burkina and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Sly & The Family Stone to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Von Mondo,
The Techniques,
Eurythmics,
Y Pants,
The Dead C,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Graham Central Station,
Flipper,
Yazoo,
Cluster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aloha Tigers,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Certain Ratio,
Suburban Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Hood,
Youth Brigade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mission of Burma,
T. Rex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Prince Buster,
Icehouse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tubeway Army,
Average White Band,
The Names,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Almond,
Ossler,
Chris & Cosey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Zeros,
Ponytail,
Joe Finger,
Mantronix,
Johnny Clarke,
Moby Grape,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wings,
Lightning Bolt,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pylon,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Massinfluence,
Don Cherry,
KRS-One,
Kurtis Blow,
Sound Behaviour,
Sunsets and Hearts,
cv313,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.