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 Morocco and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Angels of Light to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joensuu 1685,
Ten City,
Godley & Creme,
Boredoms,
Aloha Tigers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Qualms,
Deadbeat,
China Crisis,
Robert Wyatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Oneida,
The Velvet Underground,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jawbox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Carl Craig,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slackers,
Radio Birdman,
The Dirtbombs,
Unwound,
Schoolly D,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Residents,
Liliput,
Metal Thangz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moody Blues,
Nik Kershaw,
Severed Heads,
Bad Manners,
Eden Ahbez,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fad Gadget,
Brothers Johnson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nils Olav,
Toni Rubio,
Mad Mike,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chrome,
Model 500,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skriet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Das Ding,
The Black Dice,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.