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 Cuba and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the crunk 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Isaac Hayes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heaven 17,
Rotary Connection,
The New Christs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Connie Case,
Graham Central Station,
Wasted Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Adolescents,
Bob Dylan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unwound,
Japan,
Nico,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dirtbombs,
Wolf Eyes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Five Americans,
Hardrive,
Hot Snakes,
The Remains,
Gastr Del Sol,
Franke,
The Leaves,
Ten City,
Second Layer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rakim,
Sällskapet,
DNA,
Au Pairs,
Pulsallama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fad Gadget,
JFA,
Yaz,
Carl Craig,
Ludus,
Donald Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ice-T,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sight & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Vladislav Delay,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.