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 Palau and from Jakarta.
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 Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Yusef Lateef,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Y Pants,
Suicide,
Fear,
Max Romeo,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Motions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Human League,
Todd Terry,
Donald Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Hill,
Panda Bear,
Mr. Review,
The Golliwogs,
Duran Duran,
The Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Laurel Aitken,
Nico,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Techniques,
Yellowson,
Fad Gadget,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young,
Funky Four + One,
Soul II Soul,
The Selecter,
New Age Steppers,
Anakelly,
Liliput,
Skriet,
Thee Headcoats,
Mars,
Livin' Joy,
Silicon Teens,
Alphaville,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris & Cosey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick Morgan,
Essential Logic,
The Blues Magoos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suburban Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Goldenarms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ice-T,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.