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 Eritrea and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Slick Rick to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Iggy Pop,
Y Pants,
Desert Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sound,
Easy Going,
Minutemen,
Mars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sixth Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Girls At Our Best!,
U.S. Maple,
Bush Tetras,
Shuggie Otis,
Ludus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yaz,
Clear Light,
cv313,
The Residents,
Johnny Clarke,
Moss Icon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Babytalk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Janne Schatter,
Goldenarms,
Roger Hodgson,
10cc,
Minny Pops,
The Toasters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ken Boothe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
Radio Birdman,
Con Funk Shun,
Schoolly D,
Kayak,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sound Behaviour,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eddi Front,
Roxy Music,
Unwound,
Blossom Toes,
Fela Kuti,
Rod Modell,
Aswad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kenny Larkin,
Los Fastidios,
Deadbeat,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.