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 East Timor and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Oblivians to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visage,
Delta 5,
Mark Hollis,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacob Miller,
Hoover,
Brass Construction,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skaos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
K-Klass,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Idris Muhammad,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry's Kids,
Gong,
Lalann,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anakelly,
Franke,
Dark Day,
The Victims,
Arthur Verocai,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television Personalities,
Heaven 17,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bob Dylan,
Lucky Dragons,
Ice-T,
Lower 48,
The Remains,
Dawn Penn,
MDC,
The Leaves,
Circle Jerks,
Television,
Yellowson,
Simply Red,
Half Japanese,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Hill,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Scrapy,
kango's stein massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Q65,
Toni Rubio,
Rites of Spring,
Alice Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stereo Dub,
Sandy B,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.