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 Zimbabwe and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 The Human League to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
T. Rex,
The Dirtbombs,
The Saints,
The Associates,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vladislav Delay,
The Kinks,
Bad Manners,
Aloha Tigers,
Magma,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Bourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Franke,
Roxette,
Crash Course in Science,
Brothers Johnson,
Junior Murvin,
Pole,
K-Klass,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unwound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television,
Motorama,
Silicon Teens,
The Slackers,
The Doors,
Fat Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
The Durutti Column,
Monolake,
L. Decosne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Hill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brick,
Agitation Free,
The Searchers,
Alphaville,
Crooked Eye,
Bush Tetras,
The Black Dice,
John Holt,
The Monochrome Set,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang On A Can,
Gichy Dan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slave,
Ice-T,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.