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 Laos and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
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 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 Aloha Tigers to the grime 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Essential Logic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Pus,
Nas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aural Exciters,
The Sound,
John Holt,
Funky Four + One,
Lucky Dragons,
The Offenders,
Minny Pops,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cure,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quando Quango,
Scan 7,
Faraquet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Skatalites,
Brick,
Make Up,
Second Layer,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
Gabor Szabo,
Panda Bear,
Angry Samoans,
The Pretty Things,
Animal Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ten City,
Kurtis Blow,
Althea and Donna,
The Tremeloes,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Lydon,
Popol Vuh,
Bronski Beat,
Wings,
Whodini,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dead C,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mo-Dettes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MDC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blackbyrds,
Joyce Sims,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.