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 Luxembourg and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Marmalade to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Associates,
The Saints,
Lindisfarne,
Terry Callier,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Mills,
Ponytail,
Agitation Free,
Bronski Beat,
Interpol,
10cc,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Boredoms,
The Smoke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Angels of Light,
The American Breed,
Roxette,
The Moleskins,
a-ha,
Nick Fraelich,
Procol Harum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nik Kershaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Carl Craig,
Steve Hackett,
Rufus Thomas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shuggie Otis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Mandrill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erasure,
Brick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monochrome Set,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gong,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Smog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Finger,
Lower 48,
Danielle Patucci,
Godley & Creme,
Archie Shepp,
Can,
Theoretical Girls,
Scientists,
The Names,
Mantronix,
Black Flag,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.