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 India and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Derrick May to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Reagan Youth,
Mandrill,
Wolf Eyes,
The American Breed,
Adolescents,
Derrick May,
Pantaleimon,
The J.B.'s,
The Five Americans,
Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soulsonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Tres Demented,
Bill Near,
Dennis Brown,
Skarface,
X-102,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Young Rascals,
The Birthday Party,
The Standells,
Lalann,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Buckinghams,
Roger Hodgson,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blackbyrds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
a-ha,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Music Machine,
Ice-T,
Livin' Joy,
The Raincoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lindisfarne,
Ultravox,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gichy Dan,
Donny Hathaway,
Danielle Patucci,
Howard Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Half Japanese,
Terry Callier,
Maleditus Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Talk Talk,
Popol Vuh,
Unrelated Segments,
Tommy Roe,
The Evens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alice Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
The Dead C,
The Barracudas,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.