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 Greece and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 X-102 to the jazz 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kas Product,
Audionom,
Pussy Galore,
World's Most,
Josef K,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronnie Foster,
Boz Scaggs,
Minny Pops,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gap Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Stetsasonic,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crooked Eye,
Kaleidoscope,
The Index,
Eden Ahbez,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Silicon Teens,
Buzzcocks,
Loose Ends,
The Human League,
Grauzone,
Porter Ricks,
The Smoke,
The Fuzztones,
Cecil Taylor,
The Invisible,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nas,
The Moody Blues,
Franke,
Lou Reed,
Pylon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chrome,
Wasted Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Talk Talk,
June Days,
Rosa Yemen,
Essential Logic,
Niagra,
The Modern Lovers,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick May,
Young Marble Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Ludus,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.