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 Nepal and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Aural Exciters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Juan Atkins,
Monks,
Alton Ellis,
Rod Modell,
The Blues Magoos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Dolphy,
ABBA,
China Crisis,
Essential Logic,
Nirvana,
Sandy B,
Scratch Acid,
Dual Sessions,
Harmonia,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Ludus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Section 25,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Lynne,
Donny Hathaway,
The Red Krayola,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Saints,
David Bowie,
Michelle Simonal,
Fad Gadget,
Rekid,
Connie Case,
Sugar Minott,
Unwound,
Cybotron,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neu!,
The Buckinghams,
Nik Kershaw,
Lungfish,
Chris Corsano,
Malaria!,
Alison Limerick,
Bush Tetras,
La Düsseldorf,
Angry Samoans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Archie Shepp,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Pole,
The Busters,
Sällskapet,
Ultra Naté,
The Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.