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 Belize and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Animal Collective to the dance 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Crime,
L. Decosne,
Nas,
Dawn Penn,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Al Stewart,
The Birthday Party,
Erasure,
Darondo,
Bill Near,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scientists,
Freddie Wadling,
Camberwell Now,
LL Cool J,
Arthur Verocai,
Half Japanese,
Donny Hathaway,
DNA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fat Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Laurel Aitken,
The Neon Judgement,
Mr. Review,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Vogues,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MC5,
Lyres,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smoke,
B.T. Express,
Lungfish,
D'Angelo,
Sixth Finger,
Bluetip,
U.S. Maple,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monks,
48th St. Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anthony Braxton,
The Residents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oblivians,
the Slits,
Lalann,
Alton Ellis,
The Music Machine,
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.