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 Oman and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zapp to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rapeman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantaleimon,
David McCallum,
Black Flag,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ituana,
Gang Starr,
Freddie Wadling,
Ponytail,
The Five Americans,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alphaville,
Lou Christie,
The Gladiators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Parrish,
Sandy B,
Hardrive,
Charles Mingus,
Simply Red,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dirtbombs,
World's Most,
Wolf Eyes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chrome,
AZ,
Steve Hackett,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Bourne,
Delta 5,
Joey Negro,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick May,
Ossler,
a-ha,
Yaz,
the Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion,
Subhumans,
The United States of America,
Altered Images,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Byrd,
Interpol,
Boz Scaggs,
Wire,
The Vogues,
Laurel Aitken,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry's Kids,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.