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 Moldova and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Scientists to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bush Tetras,
Eli Mardock,
Ludus,
The Sound,
Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
World's Most,
Trumans Water,
Icehouse,
The Tremeloes,
Von Mondo,
Depeche Mode,
The Kinks,
Television,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Adolescents,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Style,
Technova,
Soul II Soul,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
U.S. Maple,
Agitation Free,
The United States of America,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Wells,
a-ha,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suburban Knight,
the Germs,
The Motions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Michelle Simonal,
David Bowie,
Alton Ellis,
The Move,
Tommy Roe,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers,
Toni Rubio,
Warsaw,
The Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonic Youth,
The Names,
Lou Christie,
Ornette Coleman,
Hot Snakes,
Angry Samoans,
Panda Bear,
Public Enemy,
Unrelated Segments,
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.