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 Haiti and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 rap 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The Neon Judgement,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moody Blues,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Real Kids,
Deadbeat,
Smog,
The Motions,
Liliput,
Howard Jones,
Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Nico,
Lalann,
Kenny Larkin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delta 5,
Jeff Mills,
ABBA,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Victims,
The Standells,
Eve St. Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wally Richardson,
Rites of Spring,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
T. Rex,
Saccharine Trust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Misunderstood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zero Boys,
Gang Starr,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Beau Brummels,
Easy Going,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Susan Cadogan,
Rotary Connection,
Mr. Review,
The Black Dice,
Marvin Gaye,
Rapeman,
Connie Case,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.