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 Uruguay and from Jakarta.
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 Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Model 500 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harry Pussy,
the Normal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Das Ding,
Joey Negro,
Khruangbin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dead C,
New Order,
Erykah Badu,
John Cale,
The Smiths,
Chrome,
Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Severed Heads,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alton Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
The United States of America,
Sällskapet,
Jacques Brel,
Q and Not U,
Underground Resistance,
Amazonics,
Yaz,
The Associates,
Stiv Bators,
Subhumans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monochrome Set,
The Toasters,
Al Stewart,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aaron Thompson,
Yusef Lateef,
Bob Dylan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Parry Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scientists,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Modern Lovers,
Inner City,
Barry Ungar,
Icehouse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.