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 Norway and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Reagan Youth to the techno 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Banda Bassotti,
Barrington Levy,
The Blackbyrds,
Malaria!,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Techniques,
Darondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visage,
Soul II Soul,
David McCallum,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Kinks,
Minor Threat,
Eli Mardock,
The Grass Roots,
Kenny Larkin,
Sällskapet,
Country Teasers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mars,
Alphaville,
The Cure,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-102,
Quadrant,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
Josef K,
Outsiders,
Althea and Donna,
Radiopuhelimet,
Von Mondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Basic Channel,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Modern Lovers,
Nas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flipper,
Crime,
10cc,
The Smiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
kango's stein massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agent Orange,
The Wake,
Deadbeat,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dual Sessions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
The Angels of Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joyce Sims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.