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 Brazil 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Vladislav Delay,
Anthony Braxton,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
L. Decosne,
Section 25,
Bronski Beat,
Absolute Body Control,
Easy Going,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
World's Most,
Bad Manners,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Holt,
Sight & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Animal Collective,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fortunes,
The Doors,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zapp,
the Normal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott Heron,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Half Japanese,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Names,
OOIOO,
Alton Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lindisfarne,
New Age Steppers,
Q65,
Nico,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rufus Thomas,
Groovy Waters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Altered Images,
Index,
Chrome,
The Move,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.