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 Oman and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ralphi Rosario to the crunk 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Darondo,
Magma,
Curtis Mayfield,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Leaves,
Matthew Bourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Hoover,
Babytalk,
Inner City,
Rites of Spring,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
One Last Wish,
JFA,
Hardrive,
Laurel Aitken,
Theoretical Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brass Construction,
Boredoms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grey Daturas,
Das Ding,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Patti Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Talk Talk,
Schoolly D,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cramps,
The Pop Group,
F. McDonald,
The Fugs,
Symarip,
Deadbeat,
Dave Gahan,
Joensuu 1685,
The Residents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alphaville,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bush Tetras,
Arab on Radar,
Al Stewart,
Sugar Minott,
Minor Threat,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.