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 Gabon and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Boredoms,
Roger Hodgson,
Unrelated Segments,
Glenn Branca,
Q65,
Lungfish,
MDC,
Jeff Mills,
Lindisfarne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joey Negro,
Maleditus Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flipper,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swell Maps,
Max Romeo,
Subhumans,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cramps,
Deadbeat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Motorama,
Todd Terry,
Smog,
New Age Steppers,
Juan Atkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thompson Twins,
Fear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barclay James Harvest,
DNA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camberwell Now,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Holt,
Gang Starr,
Chrome,
Freddie Wadling,
Cheater Slicks,
Half Japanese,
Yusef Lateef,
Cluster,
Black Sheep,
One Last Wish,
Robert Hood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scan 7,
James White and The Blacks,
The Music Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tommy Roe,
Fat Boys,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.