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 Congo and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Todd Terry to the jazz 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Dennis Brown,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Symarip,
Excepter,
Ice-T,
Deepchord,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül II,
the Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wally Richardson,
The Searchers,
Arcadia,
Nico,
The Smoke,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funkadelic,
CMW,
Intrusion,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fatback Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cybotron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sandy B,
Half Japanese,
Malaria!,
Leonard Cohen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wire,
The Blackbyrds,
Livin' Joy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swans,
Animal Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Quantec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bauhaus,
Yellowson,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Essential Logic,
Camouflage,
Kevin Saunderson,
Average White Band,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Barracudas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Infiniti,
The Stooges,
Moebius,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.