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 Grenada and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grime 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
The Grass Roots,
Unrelated Segments,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Selecter,
Duran Duran,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Monolake,
Roxette,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maleditus Sound,
Dawn Penn,
10cc,
Quadrant,
Bush Tetras,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gun Club,
U.S. Maple,
New Age Steppers,
The Mummies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soulsonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Erykah Badu,
The United States of America,
Kerri Chandler,
Brass Construction,
In Retrospect,
the Bar-Kays,
Trumans Water,
The Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slick Rick,
The Fuzztones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Leaves,
The Mojo Men,
June of 44,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Groovy Waters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Velvet Underground,
Banda Bassotti,
The Knickerbockers,
Quando Quango,
Moby Grape,
New York Dolls,
Freddie Wadling,
The Angels of Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blancmange,
Gabor Szabo,
Visage,
Eric B and Rakim,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.