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 Kosovo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Barry Ungar to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare,
Bluetip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DNA,
Scratch Acid,
Icehouse,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pagans,
Black Moon,
Nico,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zapp,
Shoche,
Matthew Halsall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
OOIOO,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Ice-T,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scan 7,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Sneak,
Aswad,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
Sarah Menescal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Los Fastidios,
Hashim,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Style,
Aloha Tigers,
Mars,
the Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Parry Music,
Faraquet,
Isaac Hayes,
Mantronix,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Gabor Szabo,
Lungfish,
Procol Harum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Barry Ungar,
Man Parrish,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.