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 Moldova and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deadbeat to the jazz 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Interpol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quantec,
Joe Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Q65,
Public Image Ltd.,
Morten Harket,
Charles Mingus,
Skaos,
Average White Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Steve Hackett,
Parry Music,
Clear Light,
Todd Rundgren,
Blossom Toes,
Soul II Soul,
Lucky Dragons,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pagans,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Womack,
Sixth Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Japan,
Ponytail,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scratch Acid,
Royal Trux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Supertramp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ludus,
Funky Four + One,
Boredoms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hasil Adkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Make Up,
The Remains,
Suicide,
New Order,
Danielle Patucci,
The Kinks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Dolphy,
Little Man,
Khruangbin,
Carl Craig,
The Saints,
Moss Icon,
The Searchers,
Skriet,
Tom Boy,
The Blackbyrds,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.