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 Poland and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Tropical Tobacco to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cowsills,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Mills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neu!,
Drexciya,
Cecil Taylor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yellowson,
The Zeros,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Khruangbin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
Don Cherry,
Porter Ricks,
Procol Harum,
Gang Starr,
David Bowie,
Dark Day,
Gang of Four,
The United States of America,
Nas,
Robert Görl,
Cameo,
This Heat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lakeside,
Altered Images,
Bill Near,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brick,
Eden Ahbez,
Liliput,
Frankie Knuckles,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Underground Resistance,
John Lydon,
The Pretty Things,
L. Decosne,
Silicon Teens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erasure,
The Grass Roots,
Aaron Thompson,
Con Funk Shun,
Animal Collective,
Y Pants,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.