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 the UAE and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 10cc to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Duran Duran,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris Corsano,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Theoretical Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
New York Dolls,
The Doors,
Vainqueur,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Carl Craig,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Joy Division,
The Beau Brummels,
FM Einheit,
The Velvet Underground,
Brass Construction,
Juan Atkins,
Deakin,
the Association,
Althea and Donna,
Glenn Branca,
Thompson Twins,
Make Up,
The Names,
Kerri Chandler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Remains,
Arab on Radar,
Slick Rick,
The Leaves,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anthony Braxton,
Magma,
The Techniques,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cramps,
The Smoke,
Supertramp,
Black Bananas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lucky Dragons,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maurizio,
Janne Schatter,
Hasil Adkins,
ABC,
Gong,
Royal Trux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Standells,
Ultimate Spinach,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.