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 Papua New Guinea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yellowson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Bush Tetras,
Trumans Water,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Kenny Larkin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
10cc,
Fat Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacob Miller,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Pulsallama,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Ten City,
Nils Olav,
Brand Nubian,
The Fuzztones,
Connie Case,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ice-T,
Circle Jerks,
Monolake,
Scan 7,
T. Rex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Franke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter & Gordon,
David Axelrod,
Thompson Twins,
Kas Product,
Public Enemy,
The Names,
Duran Duran,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Michelle Simonal,
Danielle Patucci,
Sugar Minott,
Max Romeo,
The Cowsills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thee Headcoats,
Stetsasonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Bluetip,
Icehouse,
Jerry's Kids,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.