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 Cyprus and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Coltrane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Sheep,
the Human League,
Funkadelic,
Janne Schatter,
Drexciya,
Negative Approach,
Icehouse,
Schoolly D,
EPMD,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magma,
PIL,
The Trojans,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultra Naté,
Moby Grape,
The New Christs,
Dawn Penn,
Idris Muhammad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pretty Things,
The Toasters,
Graham Central Station,
Accadde A,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kayak,
The Smoke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oblivians,
Vladislav Delay,
Thee Headcoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood,
The Golliwogs,
Jacques Brel,
Grey Daturas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Q and Not U,
Quantec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
E-Dancer,
Carl Craig,
Sonic Youth,
LL Cool J,
Rosa Yemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultravox,
Basic Channel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
The Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Zeros,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantytec,
The Leaves,
Alton Ellis,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.