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 Spain 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Siglo XX to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Janne Schatter,
Malaria!,
Agent Orange,
Joyce Sims,
The Blackbyrds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marmalade,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unwound,
Guru Guru,
Ornette Coleman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pole,
Lower 48,
Rod Modell,
Yusef Lateef,
Alison Limerick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tom Boy,
Hoover,
The United States of America,
Symarip,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharoah Sanders,
Con Funk Shun,
Terry Callier,
Deakin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Sneak,
T.S.O.L.,
Max Romeo,
Ponytail,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mr. Review,
The Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
The Walker Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Starr,
Smog,
a-ha,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Bluetip,
Magazine,
Japan,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arcadia,
Tears for Fears,
Hasil Adkins,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.