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 Kazakhstan and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 X-101 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed,
Masters at Work,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker,
Althea and Donna,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magma,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angry Samoans,
Japan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
F. McDonald,
Mandrill,
The Mummies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris Corsano,
Los Fastidios,
Deadbeat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Icehouse,
Model 500,
Bluetip,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Au Pairs,
Arcadia,
The Litter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bauhaus,
Yellowson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Bar-Kays,
Joensuu 1685,
The J.B.'s,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funky Four + One,
Bronski Beat,
Inner City,
Pagans,
Juan Atkins,
Camberwell Now,
AZ,
Slave,
Cluster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mission of Burma,
Eve St. Jones,
Deepchord,
Television Personalities,
Fluxion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Age Steppers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.