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 Micronesia and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-102 to the dance 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Trojans,
New Order,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalann,
Spandau Ballet,
Porter Ricks,
the Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Standells,
Trumans Water,
Average White Band,
Clear Light,
Oneida,
Maleditus Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare,
Charles Mingus,
Skriet,
Morten Harket,
B.T. Express,
Japan,
Tom Boy,
Pantytec,
Connie Case,
Bauhaus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
U.S. Maple,
Panda Bear,
Bizarre Inc.,
World's Most,
Outsiders,
Alphaville,
Janne Schatter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Desert Stars,
Amazonics,
Graham Central Station,
Black Moon,
X-101,
Spoonie Gee,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Velvet Underground,
Tim Buckley,
Jeru the Damaja,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erasure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Music Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kaleidoscope,
Hardrive,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Index,
The Happenings,
Roxy Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.