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 Senegal and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Fluxion to the rock 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
New York Dolls,
Lou Christie,
The Tremeloes,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers,
Harmonia,
Henry Cow,
Pantaleimon,
Crispian St. Peters,
R.M.O.,
Marmalade,
Soft Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
D'Angelo,
Scientists,
Ken Boothe,
Sam Rivers,
Au Pairs,
La Düsseldorf,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June Days,
Anakelly,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Metal Thangz,
KRS-One,
the Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Hood,
Cecil Taylor,
Zapp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sparks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Al Stewart,
Los Fastidios,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glenn Branca,
Frankie Knuckles,
Guru Guru,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kayak,
Pulsallama,
Pantytec,
Rosa Yemen,
Godley & Creme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swans,
Little Man,
Carl Craig,
Organ,
Rapeman,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.