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 Greece and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Connie Case to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joey Negro,
In Retrospect,
Max Romeo,
Drive Like Jehu,
World's Most,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronnie Foster,
Connie Case,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy Collins,
Vladislav Delay,
Barclay James Harvest,
Clear Light,
Arthur Verocai,
The Black Dice,
Glenn Branca,
Faraquet,
Yaz,
Pantaleimon,
The Remains,
New Order,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scan 7,
U.S. Maple,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
The Standells,
The Martian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Goldenarms,
Black Bananas,
Sixth Finger,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Hill,
Terry Callier,
A Certain Ratio,
Fatback Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Terry,
Agent Orange,
Cecil Taylor,
Jawbox,
Unrelated Segments,
Simply Red,
Y Pants,
Siglo XX,
Susan Cadogan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Can,
T. Rex,
The Smoke,
Mantronix,
Matthew Bourne,
Smog,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.