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 Costa Rica and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the dance 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Absolute Body Control,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fear,
Tommy Roe,
Mr. Review,
Moebius,
PIL,
Chrome,
Funky Four + One,
Ohio Players,
Barrington Levy,
Technova,
Ituana,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fugazi,
Gabor Szabo,
The Martian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Five Americans,
E-Dancer,
The Smiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scion,
The Walker Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fall,
Nick Fraelich,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Womack,
The Grass Roots,
Pylon,
Neil Young,
X-Ray Spex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Danielle Patucci,
The United States of America,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mummies,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
Delta 5,
Spandau Ballet,
The Techniques,
Crooked Eye,
Idris Muhammad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Litter,
Drexciya,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.