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 Palau and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Prince Buster to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Loose Ends,
Severed Heads,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Kas Product,
The Moody Blues,
H. Thieme,
Clear Light,
Scientists,
Motorama,
Sun Ra,
Soul II Soul,
Simply Red,
Rites of Spring,
Newcleus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Carl Craig,
Ronan,
Ken Boothe,
The Mojo Men,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vladislav Delay,
New Order,
Blossom Toes,
Roxette,
the Germs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Drexciya,
Scratch Acid,
Skarface,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Womack,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tom Boy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skriet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reuben Wilson,
Second Layer,
Interpol,
Quadrant,
Aural Exciters,
Kayak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Japan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
K-Klass,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.