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 Japan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
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 theremin 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 Brand Nubian to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Terry Callier,
Minnie Riperton,
H. Thieme,
Wally Richardson,
New Order,
PIL,
Eddi Front,
Rosa Yemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Cheater Slicks,
F. McDonald,
Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Machine,
Pierre Henry,
This Heat,
Nils Olav,
The Neon Judgement,
Reagan Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Sällskapet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare,
Simply Red,
Todd Rundgren,
The Tremeloes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rod Modell,
La Düsseldorf,
the Sonics,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Victims,
Ituana,
Camouflage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Oblivians,
Duran Duran,
Alton Ellis,
June Days,
Andrew Hill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doobie Brothers,
MC5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sparks,
John Lydon,
Oneida,
Banda Bassotti,
Moby Grape,
The Black Dice,
Outsiders,
Jeff Mills,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.