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 Mongolia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
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 The Real Kids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Goldenarms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magazine,
Sister Nancy,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Procol Harum,
Nirvana,
World's Most,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wasted Youth,
Duran Duran,
Ossler,
Ronan,
Zero Boys,
Motorama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agitation Free,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Golliwogs,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ice-T,
Gang Green,
Crime,
A Flock of Seagulls,
CMW,
Funky Four + One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Easy Going,
Nico,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mr. Review,
Camouflage,
Ituana,
In Retrospect,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pop Group,
The Slackers,
Clear Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry's Kids,
Carl Craig,
X-Ray Spex,
The Five Americans,
the Bar-Kays,
Janne Schatter,
Minor Threat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Human League,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.