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 Rwanda and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pulsallama to the punk 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Half Japanese,
Skriet,
Eric Dolphy,
Bob Dylan,
Von Mondo,
Stetsasonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Terry,
Sex Pistols,
The Techniques,
Eurythmics,
Los Fastidios,
The Standells,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glenn Branca,
Thompson Twins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Loose Ends,
Eric B and Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Radiohead,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Finger,
Au Pairs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pagans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Radio Birdman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cure,
Laurel Aitken,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxette,
Nils Olav,
The Monochrome Set,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
L. Decosne,
Circle Jerks,
The Invisible,
Steve Hackett,
Quantec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Order,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Hood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry's Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Royal Trux,
Yusef Lateef,
One Last Wish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABBA,
Freddie Wadling,
Depeche Mode,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Selecter,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.