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 Lesotho and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rock 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Jandek,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABBA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ice-T,
Ohio Players,
Pierre Henry,
Ituana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Evens,
Mandrill,
Radiohead,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Max Romeo,
Skriet,
The Real Kids,
Boredoms,
China Crisis,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxette,
Prince Buster,
Qualms,
Robert Hood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Underground Resistance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skarface,
John Foxx,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blues Magoos,
Easy Going,
Hot Snakes,
48th St. Collective,
Black Pus,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Association,
Bluetip,
Blake Baxter,
World's Most,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
KRS-One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Basic Channel,
10cc,
Charles Mingus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Depeche Mode,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Carl Craig,
Niagra,
Oblivians,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.