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 Romania and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Toni Rubio to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Kas Product,
The Tremeloes,
Oblivians,
Grauzone,
MDC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Procol Harum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gun Club,
The Pretty Things,
Danielle Patucci,
Camberwell Now,
The Stooges,
ABBA,
Jandek,
H. Thieme,
The Beau Brummels,
Delta 5,
Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shoche,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Wake,
The Walker Brothers,
Kayak,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Idris Muhammad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Flag,
Arcadia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Style,
Oneida,
Aural Exciters,
The Leaves,
LL Cool J,
Yellowson,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun City Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
Youth Brigade,
The Skatalites,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Sheep,
The Slackers,
Eden Ahbez,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Reuben Wilson,
the Germs,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick May,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.