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 Kuwait and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
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 theremin 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 Nas 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
John Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed,
The Blackbyrds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camberwell Now,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronan,
Monolake,
Mr. Review,
Brass Construction,
Hoover,
New York Dolls,
Rotary Connection,
Eli Mardock,
Cybotron,
Marmalade,
Rhythm & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Soft Machine,
Bill Wells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Severed Heads,
Flash Fearless,
Smog,
Scott Walker,
These Immortal Souls,
New Order,
Danielle Patucci,
Warsaw,
Section 25,
Pylon,
The Invisible,
The Star Department,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sam Rivers,
the Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
T. Rex,
Cheater Slicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül II,
The Gap Band,
Buzzcocks,
Guru Guru,
Zapp,
Masters at Work,
David Axelrod,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Kayak,
Eric Copeland,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Techniques,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.