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 Belize and from London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ralphi Rosario,
Au Pairs,
The Move,
Desert Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liliput,
Deepchord,
Can,
Magma,
Kenny Larkin,
Fad Gadget,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
Parry Music,
Donny Hathaway,
the Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
cv313,
Drexciya,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Malaria!,
Lalann,
Agitation Free,
Spandau Ballet,
Cameo,
Aural Exciters,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mojo Men,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Marmalade,
Pulsallama,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Zeros,
Blancmange,
Y Pants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blossom Toes,
Al Stewart,
The Techniques,
The Vogues,
Ken Boothe,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Remains,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amazonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Simply Red,
Black Moon,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.