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 United Kingdom and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
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 rhodes 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 The Offenders to the crunk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Amazonics,
DNA,
Icehouse,
Whodini,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Royal Trux,
The Real Kids,
The Sound,
Hardrive,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantytec,
The Evens,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Sneak,
Easy Going,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thee Headcoats,
Scan 7,
Gichy Dan,
Aaron Thompson,
Archie Shepp,
The Standells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fat Boys,
The New Christs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Bauhaus,
Mars,
Cluster,
Lyres,
Lightning Bolt,
Average White Band,
Underground Resistance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sexual Harrassment,
a-ha,
Metal Thangz,
Howard Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiohead,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
cv313,
The Neon Judgement,
Y Pants,
Rakim,
Ronan,
Scion,
Quadrant,
Black Flag,
Neil Young,
Piero Umiliani,
Crooked Eye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.