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 Qatar and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Cosmic Jokers to the techno 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Altered Images,
Mr. Review,
The Sound,
Deepchord,
Faust,
June Days,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Terry,
Depeche Mode,
Hashim,
The Blackbyrds,
The Barracudas,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Circle Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Fat Boys,
Amazonics,
Quando Quango,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zero Boys,
The Litter,
Glenn Branca,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers,
kango's stein massive,
cv313,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Talk Talk,
AZ,
the Normal,
The American Breed,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Fraelich,
Connie Case,
Matthew Halsall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Sister Nancy,
L. Decosne,
Mission of Burma,
The Motions,
Eli Mardock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stetsasonic,
Black Moon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anthony Braxton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Axelrod,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.