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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Y Pants to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Rotary Connection,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Techniques,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drexciya,
Kurtis Blow,
The United States of America,
B.T. Express,
Robert Görl,
Joe Finger,
The Busters,
Lou Reed,
Zapp,
Sister Nancy,
EPMD,
E-Dancer,
the Human League,
Deakin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anakelly,
Sun City Girls,
Prince Buster,
Y Pants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Terry,
Cymande,
The Pretty Things,
Aaron Thompson,
Essential Logic,
Wolf Eyes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Five Americans,
Blake Baxter,
Agent Orange,
The Smoke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Half Japanese,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sparks,
World's Most,
Stereo Dub,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Copeland,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faraquet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hoover,
Mr. Review,
CMW,
the Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.