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 Gabon and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Terrestrial Tones to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Max Romeo,
UT,
Slick Rick,
The Walker Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Chris & Cosey,
Girls At Our Best!,
Janne Schatter,
The Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erasure,
Stiv Bators,
Letta Mbulu,
Tears for Fears,
Piero Umiliani,
Yaz,
Public Enemy,
La Düsseldorf,
New Order,
Oblivians,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magazine,
Shoche,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Y Pants,
The Gap Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Excepter,
The Dirtbombs,
Connie Case,
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Golliwogs,
Pussy Galore,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Christie,
Deakin,
Parry Music,
Guru Guru,
T.S.O.L.,
Model 500,
Scratch Acid,
The New Christs,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
In Retrospect,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.