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 Djibouti and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
ABC,
Moebius,
Fluxion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television Personalities,
Supertramp,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Icehouse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Darondo,
Ornette Coleman,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kayak,
Organ,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Order,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pole,
cv313,
Infiniti,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mad Mike,
The American Breed,
Essential Logic,
Sight & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Almond,
Underground Resistance,
10cc,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Second Layer,
Grauzone,
The Dirtbombs,
Newcleus,
B.T. Express,
Depeche Mode,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Qualms,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alice Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
John Foxx,
Yellowson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gong,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Mills,
Television,
Cal Tjader,
Donald Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Youth Brigade,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.