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 Brazil and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 AZ to the grime 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lakeside,
Babytalk,
Television,
Girls At Our Best!,
Circle Jerks,
H. Thieme,
A Certain Ratio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Misunderstood,
Boz Scaggs,
Panda Bear,
Janne Schatter,
Ultra Naté,
The Toasters,
The Modern Lovers,
Slave,
Ponytail,
Subhumans,
Sound Behaviour,
Grey Daturas,
Dennis Brown,
The Grass Roots,
Nas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Happenings,
Robert Görl,
Rotary Connection,
Mad Mike,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young,
The Fortunes,
Niagra,
Yellowson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fela Kuti,
the Bar-Kays,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
Dual Sessions,
Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Hasil Adkins,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pretty Things,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slackers,
Neu!,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sam Rivers,
Television Personalities,
The Smoke,
AZ,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crooked Eye,
Little Man,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.