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 San Marino and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Eurythmics to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Icehouse,
Scratch Acid,
Mission of Burma,
Flash Fearless,
Bush Tetras,
Pantytec,
Wolf Eyes,
Tubeway Army,
Average White Band,
Bill Near,
Radio Birdman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boredoms,
Robert Hood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sarah Menescal,
China Crisis,
Youth Brigade,
The Beau Brummels,
Cluster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Invisible,
Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Public Enemy,
Simply Red,
Bad Manners,
Smog,
The Barracudas,
Hashim,
Siglo XX,
The Cure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed,
Panda Bear,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sound Behaviour,
Dennis Brown,
The Skatalites,
Moebius,
Lightning Bolt,
Malaria!,
John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter and Kerry,
Sister Nancy,
Man Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mad Mike,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Loose Ends,
Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Stooges,
the Swans,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.