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 Kuwait and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Drive Like Jehu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Rhythm & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Kurtis Blow,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sixth Finger,
Ohio Players,
Cameo,
Chris Corsano,
These Immortal Souls,
The Buckinghams,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marine Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Section 25,
The Vogues,
The Young Rascals,
The Real Kids,
Skaos,
48th St. Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Au Pairs,
LL Cool J,
Bush Tetras,
the Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Graham Central Station,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Normal,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalo Schifrin,
OOIOO,
Ultra Naté,
Anthony Braxton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Style,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Machine,
MDC,
T. Rex,
Sound Behaviour,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David McCallum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alphaville,
Aural Exciters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Infiniti,
Icehouse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Techniques,
Sister Nancy,
kango's stein massive,
Delta 5,
Bootsy Collins,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.