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 Jordan and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Goldenarms to the techno 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Flipper,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Modern Lovers,
Piero Umiliani,
These Immortal Souls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Dolphy,
Scratch Acid,
Tim Buckley,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Juan Atkins,
The Trojans,
Robert Wyatt,
Pere Ubu,
Alphaville,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Barracudas,
Magazine,
Los Fastidios,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
Scan 7,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Residents,
Procol Harum,
Albert Ayler,
The Detroit Cobras,
F. McDonald,
Ten City,
Groovy Waters,
Bob Dylan,
The United States of America,
New Age Steppers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camouflage,
Lightning Bolt,
Wally Richardson,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sister Nancy,
Black Bananas,
Davy DMX,
Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott Heron,
48th St. Collective,
Grauzone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
KRS-One,
Neu!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
FM Einheit,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.