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 Liechtenstein and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 DJ Style to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Rosa Yemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scion,
The Misunderstood,
Average White Band,
the Slits,
The Smiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terry Callier,
June Days,
Surgeon,
Oneida,
Silicon Teens,
The Victims,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sugar Minott,
Wally Richardson,
The Star Department,
Panda Bear,
The Tremeloes,
Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry's Kids,
Don Cherry,
Excepter,
Derrick Morgan,
The Residents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tom Boy,
Sparks,
The United States of America,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers,
Steve Hackett,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brick,
Drexciya,
Donald Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Rites of Spring,
Moby Grape,
Porter Ricks,
L. Decosne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anakelly,
Newcleus,
The Saints,
Television,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Second Layer,
Public Image Ltd.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
KRS-One,
Pet Shop Boys,
EPMD,
Marmalade,
Intrusion,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.