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 South Sudan and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Ralphi Rosario to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Minor Threat,
Black Moon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
KRS-One,
Q and Not U,
Chris Corsano,
Scientists,
the Normal,
JFA,
Lyres,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed,
Thompson Twins,
The Black Dice,
Donny Hathaway,
Neu!,
Desert Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flipper,
Joyce Sims,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Kinks,
Black Bananas,
Roxette,
Byron Stingily,
Brothers Johnson,
PIL,
Pierre Henry,
Rotary Connection,
The Evens,
Heaven 17,
Brick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
D'Angelo,
Chris & Cosey,
Suburban Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Infiniti,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Tremeloes,
The Slits,
The Gories,
The Cowsills,
Todd Rundgren,
Chrome,
Stiv Bators,
Pulsallama,
a-ha,
Boz Scaggs,
Godley & Creme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Von Mondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Barracudas,
UT,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.