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 Finland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 J.B.'s to the grime 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Cal Tjader,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Sheep,
Soulsonic Force,
Niagra,
Tommy Roe,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Darondo,
Mad Mike,
Erasure,
Bobby Byrd,
Minutemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy Collins,
Maleditus Sound,
Josef K,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Wyatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Iggy Pop,
The Gap Band,
Cybotron,
DNA,
Lungfish,
The Cramps,
Animal Collective,
Icehouse,
Todd Terry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Cameo,
Lalann,
Ossler,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Teasers,
Mark Hollis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jandek,
Eurythmics,
Brothers Johnson,
Rotary Connection,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pussy Galore,
The Zeros,
Judy Mowatt,
Visage,
Mission of Burma,
Junior Murvin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erykah Badu,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.