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 Afghanistan and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Dead Boys,
Audionom,
Hoover,
Barrington Levy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pierre Henry,
Heaven 17,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Easy Going,
Alice Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Loose Ends,
Fat Boys,
David Bowie,
Connie Case,
The Fuzztones,
Don Cherry,
Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Minnie Riperton,
Judy Mowatt,
Deakin,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marshall Jefferson,
The New Christs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Neon Judgement,
Second Layer,
the Bar-Kays,
Tommy Roe,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cymande,
Slick Rick,
Suburban Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pole,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rekid,
Gang Green,
Oblivians,
Index,
Motorama,
The Durutti Column,
The Standells,
Funky Four + One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moebius,
Anakelly,
China Crisis,
Bluetip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kurtis Blow,
Scrapy,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.