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 Dominica and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Gerry Rafferty to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minutemen,
Donald Byrd,
Deepchord,
The Moleskins,
Sarah Menescal,
Swell Maps,
The Grass Roots,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mummies,
Supertramp,
Dead Boys,
Crime,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
The Move,
Sam Rivers,
Absolute Body Control,
Lungfish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aloha Tigers,
Ponytail,
Guru Guru,
Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Lakeside,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arthur Verocai,
Procol Harum,
Danielle Patucci,
Pulsallama,
Angry Samoans,
Make Up,
Duran Duran,
Ten City,
The Monks,
Organ,
Young Marble Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Pere Ubu,
CMW,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Monolake,
World's Most,
The Busters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Cale,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.