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 Mauritania and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 La Düsseldorf to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Ice-T,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Green,
The Velvet Underground,
Dawn Penn,
Masters at Work,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Aloha Tigers,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeru the Damaja,
a-ha,
Carl Craig,
Loose Ends,
The Moody Blues,
The Vogues,
Main Source,
B.T. Express,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Certain Ratio,
F. McDonald,
Brick,
The Gladiators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marcia Griffiths,
Janne Schatter,
The Grass Roots,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Starr,
Sam Rivers,
Underground Resistance,
the Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
June Days,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxette,
ABBA,
Black Sheep,
Arcadia,
Yazoo,
Pole,
The Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Roxy Music,
Bang On A Can,
The Busters,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Christie,
The Human League,
Supertramp,
Parry Music,
Stereo Dub,
Ludus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.