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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Bush Tetras to the punk 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Jeff Mills,
Eve St. Jones,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare,
Ten City,
Hardrive,
Thompson Twins,
Scratch Acid,
John Cale,
The Move,
The Cramps,
D'Angelo,
The Divine Comedy,
Clear Light,
Nils Olav,
Goldenarms,
Max Romeo,
Severed Heads,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Darondo,
Vainqueur,
Intrusion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed,
Man Parrish,
Don Cherry,
Cal Tjader,
Masters at Work,
The Stooges,
Scrapy,
The Black Dice,
Joe Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Style,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kayak,
Whodini,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moss Icon,
Average White Band,
Agitation Free,
Donny Hathaway,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
AZ,
The Durutti Column,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Main Source,
X-Ray Spex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Can,
the Germs,
Scan 7,
JFA,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.