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 Egypt and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Michelle Simonal,
Cal Tjader,
Joy Division,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anakelly,
Q65,
Piero Umiliani,
Icehouse,
Aloha Tigers,
Scrapy,
Eddi Front,
Cymande,
Man Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moby Grape,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Martian,
Avey Tare,
Duran Duran,
Wally Richardson,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Terry,
Rod Modell,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Lynne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fela Kuti,
Infiniti,
Y Pants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rakim,
Minor Threat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
KRS-One,
Young Marble Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
World's Most,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Kinks,
One Last Wish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monolake,
Joe Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Silicon Teens,
Dennis Brown,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Carl Craig,
Gichy Dan,
Chris Corsano,
Whodini,
Black Pus,
The Barracudas,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.