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 Bahrain and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Barry Ungar to the grunge 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Aaron Thompson,
Albert Ayler,
the Normal,
Scion,
The Gap Band,
The Doors,
Dark Day,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Half Japanese,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter & Gordon,
Thompson Twins,
Scientists,
Darondo,
Jeff Mills,
The Red Krayola,
Grey Daturas,
Sex Pistols,
Mo-Dettes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Modern Lovers,
Youth Brigade,
Eurythmics,
Simply Red,
Television,
UT,
Aswad,
Donald Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Pantaleimon,
World's Most,
June of 44,
Lindisfarne,
The Smiths,
Depeche Mode,
Mark Hollis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dawn Penn,
Cameo,
New Order,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Christie,
Malaria!,
Zapp,
EPMD,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
Camouflage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rotary Connection,
Mission of Burma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.