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 Haiti and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Sister Nancy 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
B.T. Express,
Idris Muhammad,
Ten City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Urselle,
The Dirtbombs,
Fluxion,
Gichy Dan,
Mantronix,
The Fortunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fall,
The Victims,
Wings,
Stiv Bators,
Gabor Szabo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deadbeat,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Youth Brigade,
Porter Ricks,
Dennis Brown,
Buzzcocks,
The Residents,
The Red Krayola,
Pulsallama,
Skarface,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Silicon Teens,
Rapeman,
Can,
The Smiths,
Outsiders,
Byron Stingily,
Metal Thangz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cluster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Wyatt,
Guru Guru,
Bad Manners,
The Associates,
Stetsasonic,
T. Rex,
Andrew Hill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Finger,
Kayak,
Average White Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Pylon,
Jacques Brel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Bourne,
John Holt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suicide,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.