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 Sierra Leone and from London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Camberwell Now to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang On A Can,
The Remains,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New York Dolls,
Scratch Acid,
Fad Gadget,
Donald Byrd,
Rekid,
The Count Five,
Chris Corsano,
The Smiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Sneak,
Moss Icon,
PIL,
Yazoo,
Hot Snakes,
The Barracudas,
The United States of America,
Darondo,
K-Klass,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Wake,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harmonia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Godley & Creme,
Dual Sessions,
Groovy Waters,
Nirvana,
The Seeds,
The Vogues,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dead C,
Joey Negro,
The Modern Lovers,
Zapp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
UT,
Oneida,
Jeff Mills,
Bronski Beat,
Goldenarms,
the Germs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Finger,
The Trojans,
Tom Boy,
Cluster,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.