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 Korea North and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Monolake to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Henry Cow,
Cameo,
Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bluetip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quando Quango,
Dawn Penn,
Warsaw,
CMW,
kango's stein massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Moon,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Clarke,
The Litter,
Loose Ends,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bob Dylan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Dolphy,
Moss Icon,
B.T. Express,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Vogues,
Alton Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glenn Branca,
The Beau Brummels,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Scan 7,
Aloha Tigers,
The Zeros,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tommy Roe,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris & Cosey,
Pere Ubu,
Au Pairs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Porter Ricks,
The Associates,
Bang On A Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joyce Sims,
Morten Harket,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.