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 Palau and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 The Victims to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smiths,
Joe Smooth,
Black Pus,
Rotary Connection,
FM Einheit,
Radiopuhelimet,
This Heat,
Mr. Review,
Nik Kershaw,
Stiv Bators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick Morgan,
Skaos,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Cale,
Connie Case,
AZ,
Con Funk Shun,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Minutemen,
Colin Newman,
Fela Kuti,
Thompson Twins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Franke,
The Selecter,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Christie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cramps,
Al Stewart,
Fugazi,
Parry Music,
Dave Gahan,
Qualms,
Duran Duran,
Q and Not U,
Underground Resistance,
Yaz,
Inner City,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Leaves,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kenny Larkin,
Khruangbin,
Section 25,
Lakeside,
In Retrospect,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chrome,
The Human League,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quantec,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.