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 Papua New Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Technova to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
L. Decosne,
The Residents,
Gang Starr,
CMW,
Alphaville,
Jacques Brel,
The Red Krayola,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hashim,
Dual Sessions,
Brick,
The Leaves,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül II,
Second Layer,
The Gun Club,
Heaven 17,
Urselle,
Vladislav Delay,
John Holt,
the Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Barracudas,
Godley & Creme,
Gang of Four,
Severed Heads,
Tom Boy,
Crooked Eye,
Rites of Spring,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Janne Schatter,
Jawbox,
Procol Harum,
Robert Wyatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Byron Stingily,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June Days,
Albert Ayler,
Altered Images,
LL Cool J,
Aural Exciters,
Make Up,
Technova,
Drexciya,
Henry Cow,
Soft Machine,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Silicon Teens,
The Black Dice,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cramps,
Infiniti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Livin' Joy,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.