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 Guatemala and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Ronan to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Bush Tetras,
Stetsasonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Ohio Players,
Soul II Soul,
Cameo,
the Bar-Kays,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ice-T,
New Age Steppers,
Swell Maps,
Charles Mingus,
Goldenarms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Golliwogs,
Harmonia,
Tom Boy,
The New Christs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Prince Buster,
Stiv Bators,
The Angels of Light,
Schoolly D,
Clear Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marine Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
kango's stein massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Roger Hodgson,
June of 44,
Amazonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Saints,
Von Mondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brothers Johnson,
the Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Albert Ayler,
the Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warren Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blackbyrds,
Godley & Creme,
Sun City Girls,
Skaos,
Donald Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Infiniti,
Gregory Isaacs,
OOIOO,
Sparks,
Ultra Naté,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.