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 Portugal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Lalo Schifrin to the disco 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
New York Dolls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mission of Burma,
Boredoms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moebius,
Bobby Womack,
E-Dancer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxy Music,
Gong,
Hardrive,
Japan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arcadia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Zero Boys,
Negative Approach,
Fear,
UT,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vainqueur,
Circle Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
John Lydon,
The Smoke,
Jacob Miller,
The Busters,
The Kinks,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Smooth,
Echospace,
Black Pus,
Harmonia,
Stetsasonic,
Shoche,
Wolf Eyes,
Pole,
Icehouse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Malaria!,
Saccharine Trust,
Drexciya,
FM Einheit,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
Silicon Teens,
The Toasters,
Q and Not U,
Jerry's Kids,
Ponytail,
Model 500,
Colin Newman,
Can,
K-Klass,
The Happenings,
The Fuzztones,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.