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 Switzerland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Blake Baxter to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Boredoms,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Fraelich,
Royal Trux,
Brothers Johnson,
Television,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Busters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skarface,
Brand Nubian,
Malaria!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Albert Ayler,
Scratch Acid,
The Associates,
The Vogues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Lynne,
Grauzone,
Agent Orange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Schoolly D,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Age Steppers,
Monolake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Section 25,
Rites of Spring,
Barry Ungar,
Essential Logic,
Marc Almond,
Mars,
Minny Pops,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terry Callier,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Certain Ratio,
Whodini,
Das Ding,
Fela Kuti,
The Tremeloes,
The Moleskins,
Y Pants,
B.T. Express,
Easy Going,
Sugar Minott,
The Wake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kayak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.