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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Ponytail to the disco 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Franke,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
K-Klass,
David Axelrod,
Procol Harum,
Tom Boy,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yellowson,
Trumans Water,
Scion,
The Index,
Kenny Larkin,
La Düsseldorf,
Bronski Beat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fat Boys,
Television,
Henry Cow,
Nico,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eve St. Jones,
Sugar Minott,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pop Group,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grey Daturas,
Main Source,
Junior Murvin,
Alice Coltrane,
The Happenings,
KRS-One,
Bang On A Can,
Kayak,
Carl Craig,
Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Skaos,
Marmalade,
Banda Bassotti,
Severed Heads,
Cymande,
Yazoo,
LL Cool J,
Liliput,
Sixth Finger,
Royal Trux,
Radiohead,
Shuggie Otis,
Cameo,
Lindisfarne,
Urselle,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.