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 Sri Lanka and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Move to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Henry Cow,
Todd Terry,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
The Zeros,
Television,
June of 44,
Underground Resistance,
The Music Machine,
Q and Not U,
Siglo XX,
Funkadelic,
David Axelrod,
John Cale,
Grauzone,
Little Man,
Isaac Hayes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Colin Newman,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Görl,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ohio Players,
Quadrant,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang On A Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Max Romeo,
Mr. Review,
Skriet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantytec,
The Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Stiv Bators,
Jacques Brel,
The Fortunes,
The Sound,
Pulsallama,
Make Up,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sex Pistols,
Hasil Adkins,
The Offenders,
Depeche Mode,
Morten Harket,
Frankie Knuckles,
Groovy Waters,
The Mummies,
X-101,
Soft Machine,
L. Decosne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Copeland,
The Cramps,
ABC,
the Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.