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 Samoa and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Man Parrish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
U.S. Maple,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Toasters,
Morten Harket,
The Residents,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Trojans,
Bootsy Collins,
Suburban Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick Morgan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chrome,
Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pagans,
Easy Going,
David Axelrod,
Cameo,
Ohio Players,
John Lydon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fortunes,
Porter Ricks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter & Gordon,
Agent Orange,
Marine Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flipper,
Suicide,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shuggie Otis,
Stiv Bators,
The Selecter,
Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Kerri Chandler,
Dennis Brown,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minnie Riperton,
Excepter,
Robert Hood,
The Cramps,
Barry Ungar,
Cheater Slicks,
Panda Bear,
Alton Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
The American Breed,
The Slits,
Von Mondo,
Average White Band,
ABBA,
Aural Exciters,
Thee Headcoats,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.