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 Serbia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the disco 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
B.T. Express,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crime,
Animal Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Names,
The Slackers,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Little Man,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Toasters,
The Fortunes,
Dawn Penn,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker,
The New Christs,
Babytalk,
Severed Heads,
June of 44,
Cal Tjader,
DNA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camouflage,
Visage,
D'Angelo,
Supertramp,
John Holt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cameo,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Style,
Bill Wells,
kango's stein massive,
Popol Vuh,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Leaves,
Pantaleimon,
Sarah Menescal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
R.M.O.,
Khruangbin,
Shoche,
Nico,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Görl,
Cheater Slicks,
Josef K,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABBA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Almond,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.