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 Turkey and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 The Tremeloes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Victims,
Jawbox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
10cc,
Suicide,
Swell Maps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pagans,
the Human League,
Guru Guru,
Deadbeat,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare,
The Gun Club,
Livin' Joy,
Subhumans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Standells,
John Lydon,
Black Flag,
Outsiders,
Loose Ends,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Trojans,
Gabor Szabo,
Jandek,
Amon Düül,
Derrick May,
Duran Duran,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young,
Dawn Penn,
Minutemen,
The Skatalites,
Erykah Badu,
Ronan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pole,
The Modern Lovers,
Skaos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pulsallama,
Darondo,
Silicon Teens,
Dark Day,
Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Half Japanese,
Erasure,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Style,
The Music Machine,
Howard Jones,
The Cramps,
DJ Sneak,
Newcleus,
Mantronix,
Thompson Twins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.