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 Tajikistan and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scrapy to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Monolake,
Althea and Donna,
Ronnie Foster,
CMW,
Tres Demented,
The Last Poets,
Derrick Morgan,
Cameo,
Television,
The Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
R.M.O.,
Brand Nubian,
Maleditus Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Warsaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Morten Harket,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Main Source,
Lungfish,
Oblivians,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aaron Thompson,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Names,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang On A Can,
The Standells,
New York Dolls,
The American Breed,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Hood,
Dual Sessions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Toni Rubio,
Television Personalities,
The New Christs,
Panda Bear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Happenings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rosa Yemen,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cramps,
Bob Dylan,
Aloha Tigers,
John Holt,
Essential Logic,
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.