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 Korea South and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 a-ha to the dance 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Joy Division,
Fatback Band,
Qualms,
L. Decosne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Remains,
Peter and Kerry,
Half Japanese,
Suicide,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Misunderstood,
Ice-T,
Thee Headcoats,
Alice Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mo-Dettes,
Mission of Burma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blues Magoos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Steve Hackett,
The Red Krayola,
Symarip,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Khruangbin,
The Fall,
Hoover,
The Names,
Massinfluence,
The Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soulsonic Force,
Hardrive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sällskapet,
Mark Hollis,
DNA,
Quando Quango,
Accadde A,
Television Personalities,
Pole,
David Axelrod,
Skarface,
Saccharine Trust,
Mars,
Jawbox,
Yazoo,
John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Q65,
Eve St. Jones,
Arab on Radar,
The Cramps,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.