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 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Khruangbin to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Dennis Brown,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agitation Free,
The Evens,
Ultravox,
The Remains,
Minny Pops,
Newcleus,
Radiohead,
Carl Craig,
Y Pants,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gladiators,
The Divine Comedy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Move,
The Dead C,
Echospace,
Boredoms,
The Smoke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brick,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Shadows of Knight,
Panda Bear,
Fatback Band,
Marmalade,
Barrington Levy,
The Moody Blues,
The Golliwogs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
In Retrospect,
Marc Almond,
the Human League,
Jawbox,
Khruangbin,
Bob Dylan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gong,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra,
Public Enemy,
Brass Construction,
Yaz,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mummies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Darondo,
Fear,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Make Up,
Little Man,
T. Rex,
John Coltrane,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.