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 Tehran.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jawbox to the jazz 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Mad Mike,
Magazine,
Saccharine Trust,
Tim Buckley,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Model 500,
the Bar-Kays,
The Leaves,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Steve Hackett,
Jacques Brel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tomorrow,
June Days,
Eden Ahbez,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boogie Down Productions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Basic Channel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Crime,
OOIOO,
Technova,
Barry Ungar,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fat Boys,
The Litter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aloha Tigers,
The Busters,
Henry Cow,
Arab on Radar,
U.S. Maple,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gap Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Standells,
The Fuzztones,
X-102,
Groovy Waters,
Cal Tjader,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eli Mardock,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Mills,
the Normal,
The Music Machine,
Deakin,
Nik Kershaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Sixth Finger,
The Names,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.