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 Somalia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 ABBA to the punk 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Second Layer,
Thompson Twins,
Monks,
Easy Going,
Moss Icon,
the Swans,
Amon Düül,
Interpol,
Icehouse,
Marvin Gaye,
The Victims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Schoolly D,
The Martian,
The Moody Blues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skriet,
Todd Terry,
The Zeros,
Cheater Slicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang of Four,
The Young Rascals,
John Cale,
The Vogues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camberwell Now,
Alison Limerick,
Malaria!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tres Demented,
Brothers Johnson,
Cybotron,
Hoover,
Black Bananas,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gap Band,
Pagans,
These Immortal Souls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pierre Henry,
Barry Ungar,
Archie Shepp,
Ituana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Age Steppers,
The Mummies,
Kayak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oblivians,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Livin' Joy,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.