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 Fiji and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Lucky Dragons to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Fraelich,
Erasure,
The J.B.'s,
Yellowson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nas,
Letta Mbulu,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Terry,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June Days,
The Red Krayola,
Quando Quango,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy Collins,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Howard Jones,
Dead Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Moby Grape,
Saccharine Trust,
Soulsonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slits,
Mars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television Personalities,
Mandrill,
Urselle,
Lyres,
Jacob Miller,
Cybotron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Germs,
Metal Thangz,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Martian,
Fluxion,
Joyce Sims,
Barbara Tucker,
Ituana,
Max Romeo,
Television,
Maleditus Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Aural Exciters,
Zero Boys,
Crime,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.