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 Japan and from London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pierre Henry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Y Pants,
The Offenders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crash Course in Science,
The Standells,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Machine,
Alphaville,
Pere Ubu,
Infiniti,
Ronnie Foster,
Sight & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Nico,
The Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Aswad,
Flipper,
Peter & Gordon,
Animal Collective,
Lungfish,
The Buckinghams,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arcadia,
Jerry's Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxy Music,
Mo-Dettes,
Duran Duran,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Near,
Fear,
Joey Negro,
Barbara Tucker,
Fugazi,
Sandy B,
Pantytec,
Ohio Players,
Robert Görl,
Faust,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Copeland,
Isaac Hayes,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiohead,
Kurtis Blow,
KRS-One,
the Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Dark Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young,
The Slits,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.