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 Monaco and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Star Department to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Vogues,
The Martian,
Can,
Dual Sessions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slackers,
the Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Das Ding,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Malaria!,
the Association,
Connie Case,
Sällskapet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bob Dylan,
Cluster,
Theoretical Girls,
Parry Music,
Echospace,
B.T. Express,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monks,
Dead Boys,
In Retrospect,
The Fall,
Gang Green,
Carl Craig,
Brand Nubian,
Pulsallama,
Spoonie Gee,
Spandau Ballet,
Goldenarms,
Rapeman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Juan Atkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Camouflage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reagan Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Yaz,
The Busters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
F. McDonald,
Aaron Thompson,
Cymande,
Liliput,
Basic Channel,
Shoche,
Unrelated Segments,
Joy Division,
Easy Going,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Procol Harum,
Minor Threat,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.