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 Kazakhstan and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Flash Fearless to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
These Immortal Souls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Sonics,
The New Christs,
Urselle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scratch Acid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Parrish,
the Slits,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Das Ding,
Ornette Coleman,
AZ,
Darondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Loose Ends,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aswad,
The Real Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deepchord,
The Remains,
Bush Tetras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Ronnie Foster,
Janne Schatter,
Camouflage,
Cameo,
Motorama,
Pierre Henry,
Barrington Levy,
Sister Nancy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harmonia,
Blake Baxter,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
LL Cool J,
The Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Black Moon,
Parry Music,
Alton Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hashim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eddi Front,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.