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 Canada and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Jeff Mills to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Motions,
Man Parrish,
The Slackers,
Delta 5,
Japan,
X-102,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Mr. Review,
Joy Division,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wire,
Kayak,
The Searchers,
Ice-T,
David McCallum,
Ponytail,
Black Bananas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
OOIOO,
Archie Shepp,
Bronski Beat,
Josef K,
The Moleskins,
La Düsseldorf,
Duran Duran,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Surgeon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Max Romeo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Liliput,
Gabor Szabo,
FM Einheit,
The Skatalites,
Bush Tetras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry's Kids,
Morten Harket,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Tremeloes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Offenders,
The Martian,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roger Hodgson,
JFA,
Marmalade,
Organ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
48th St. Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
E-Dancer,
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.