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 Yemen and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Funky Four + One to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Theoretical Girls,
the Germs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warsaw,
Magazine,
John Holt,
Letta Mbulu,
Masters at Work,
Idris Muhammad,
ABBA,
The Count Five,
The New Christs,
Pulsallama,
Jimmy McGriff,
Howard Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
Heaven 17,
Gang of Four,
Clear Light,
Maurizio,
The Angels of Light,
Pagans,
Ludus,
Man Parrish,
The Residents,
Hardrive,
The Associates,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stereo Dub,
The Barracudas,
AZ,
Colin Newman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Smog,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Dolphy,
June Days,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül II,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roger Hodgson,
Unrelated Segments,
Warren Ellis,
Rod Modell,
D'Angelo,
Buzzcocks,
Massinfluence,
Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Brand Nubian,
Barrington Levy,
The Smiths,
Donny Hathaway,
The Vogues,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.