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 Estonia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Whodini to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Erasure,
Von Mondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blues Magoos,
Tom Boy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sound Behaviour,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Adolescents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Style,
Youth Brigade,
Soulsonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mr. Review,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Connie Case,
The Monks,
Accadde A,
Jeff Lynne,
Erykah Badu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Flag,
Agent Orange,
Crash Course in Science,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Franke,
Zapp,
Icehouse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Popol Vuh,
Suburban Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Essential Logic,
The Busters,
Brass Construction,
Circle Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Spandau Ballet,
Swans,
Gang Green,
Eric Copeland,
Howard Jones,
Clear Light,
Ohio Players,
Hot Snakes,
Marine Girls,
Y Pants,
Los Fastidios,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ossler,
Motorama,
Rosa Yemen,
Neu!,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.