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 Bulgaria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Hot Snakes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers,
Moss Icon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lakeside,
Andrew Hill,
The Red Krayola,
LL Cool J,
June Days,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monochrome Set,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Panda Bear,
Magazine,
Todd Terry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Evens,
Peter & Gordon,
This Heat,
Marc Almond,
Rosa Yemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Certain Ratio,
Spandau Ballet,
Television,
Janne Schatter,
Drexciya,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doors,
June of 44,
Man Eating Sloth,
Livin' Joy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ituana,
Trumans Water,
Grauzone,
The Wake,
kango's stein massive,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang of Four,
Chris & Cosey,
Porter Ricks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Standells,
Idris Muhammad,
New York Dolls,
Babytalk,
Rotary Connection,
Au Pairs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vladislav Delay,
The Martian,
Roxette,
The Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantaleimon,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.