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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Delon & Dalcan to the crunk 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Brick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pop Group,
The Young Rascals,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angry Samoans,
Supertramp,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young,
Quadrant,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Rundgren,
Fugazi,
Archie Shepp,
The Slits,
This Heat,
Pere Ubu,
Siglo XX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Essential Logic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Smog,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slackers,
Theoretical Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Maleditus Sound,
The Names,
The Invisible,
Section 25,
Scott Walker,
Scan 7,
Suicide,
Kayak,
Sarah Menescal,
The Durutti Column,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Althea and Donna,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fad Gadget,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joyce Sims,
Radio Birdman,
The Buckinghams,
The Doors,
Soul II Soul,
John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.