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 Slovakia and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Minutemen to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Soulsonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Radio Birdman,
Boz Scaggs,
Rosa Yemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amazonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rekid,
Kas Product,
Bobby Sherman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Franke,
F. McDonald,
The Gap Band,
Qualms,
Suburban Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Yellowson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scratch Acid,
Erykah Badu,
Dark Day,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Groovy Waters,
The Litter,
48th St. Collective,
FM Einheit,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jawbox,
Darondo,
Arab on Radar,
the Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Eli Mardock,
Howard Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Motorama,
Rites of Spring,
Minnie Riperton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brass Construction,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funky Four + One,
Monolake,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moleskins,
Quando Quango,
Deakin,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.