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 Portugal and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the techno 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Sandy B,
Blancmange,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Music Machine,
Porter Ricks,
The Mummies,
The New Christs,
Bauhaus,
the Human League,
Bobby Womack,
The Associates,
Ponytail,
Anthony Braxton,
Joyce Sims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Fraelich,
Kenny Larkin,
Shuggie Otis,
The Wake,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick May,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Görl,
Robert Hood,
Sällskapet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Parry Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lightning Bolt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Christie,
D'Angelo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fluxion,
Ossler,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Black Dice,
Television,
Minutemen,
Tommy Roe,
Aaron Thompson,
Fear,
Grauzone,
The Barracudas,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
F. McDonald,
Juan Atkins,
Black Moon,
June Days,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cluster,
Wings,
Animal Collective,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.