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 Iceland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Blossom Toes to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABBA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Darondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ohio Players,
James White and The Blacks,
Shuggie Otis,
Trumans Water,
Underground Resistance,
Boz Scaggs,
MDC,
The Smoke,
The Monochrome Set,
Television,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Howard Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Kas Product,
Urselle,
Supertramp,
Y Pants,
Infiniti,
The Red Krayola,
Radio Birdman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grauzone,
Stereo Dub,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alton Ellis,
Boredoms,
Negative Approach,
R.M.O.,
Sparks,
Sex Pistols,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
U.S. Maple,
Glenn Branca,
Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Motorama,
Scratch Acid,
Jandek,
New Age Steppers,
Neu!,
Hasil Adkins,
Connie Case,
Altered Images,
Joe Finger,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.