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 Angola and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Darondo 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T. Rex,
Basic Channel,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Kenny Larkin,
The Real Kids,
David Bowie,
Bob Dylan,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gap Band,
Public Enemy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doors,
Iggy Pop,
The Offenders,
Adolescents,
Rakim,
Mandrill,
Scrapy,
Lucky Dragons,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Grass Roots,
Albert Ayler,
Clear Light,
Jacques Brel,
Blake Baxter,
Ponytail,
Negative Approach,
a-ha,
The Raincoats,
Pierre Henry,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Sherman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris Corsano,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerri Chandler,
Freddie Wadling,
Reagan Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
World's Most,
Monolake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Depeche Mode,
Ituana,
Saccharine Trust,
48th St. Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.