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 Swaziland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Marshall Jefferson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Intrusion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Desert Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skaos,
Hot Snakes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dave Gahan,
Tom Boy,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-102,
Half Japanese,
the Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
Wally Richardson,
Lakeside,
The Skatalites,
Tropical Tobacco,
Clear Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rufus Thomas,
Maleditus Sound,
Anakelly,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monks,
Ronan,
Swans,
Pierre Henry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
La Düsseldorf,
Reagan Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oneida,
B.T. Express,
Sight & Sound,
The Zeros,
Max Romeo,
Funkadelic,
Pulsallama,
Los Fastidios,
The Blackbyrds,
Adolescents,
Marvin Gaye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABC,
the Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Jacob Miller,
Moby Grape,
Urselle,
Yaz,
Isaac Hayes,
Depeche Mode,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.