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 Norway and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Pole to the techno 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
48th St. Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cybotron,
Masters at Work,
Ponytail,
Groovy Waters,
The Victims,
Lakeside,
Moby Grape,
The Slackers,
The Toasters,
Ultra Naté,
Leonard Cohen,
MDC,
Dawn Penn,
Freddie Wadling,
The Golliwogs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kurtis Blow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hoover,
kango's stein massive,
Camouflage,
The Dirtbombs,
The Walker Brothers,
The Trojans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Charles Mingus,
Black Sheep,
Deepchord,
Inner City,
Chrome,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scientists,
The Residents,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Happenings,
Unwound,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harry Pussy,
Porter Ricks,
Oblivians,
The Busters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Enemy,
Mission of Burma,
Little Man,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fortunes,
Robert Hood,
Maurizio,
Funky Four + One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick May,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.