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 Mongolia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soulsonic Force to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cybotron,
Hardrive,
Laurel Aitken,
Nas,
Babytalk,
The Velvet Underground,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marmalade,
Mars,
The Star Department,
Toni Rubio,
Davy DMX,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Yazoo,
Neu!,
Don Cherry,
The Tremeloes,
Roxette,
Cal Tjader,
Wire,
Darondo,
Joe Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ten City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Order,
Oneida,
The Leaves,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Clear Light,
The Barracudas,
Unrelated Segments,
Lucky Dragons,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Martian,
Lyres,
Con Funk Shun,
Symarip,
Severed Heads,
The American Breed,
a-ha,
The Associates,
Motorama,
Harmonia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Grass Roots,
Graham Central Station,
The Litter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Can,
Aural Exciters,
Adolescents,
John Holt,
DJ Sneak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.