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 Cambodia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blossom Toes to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Index,
Erykah Badu,
Scientists,
Kerrie Biddell,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ten City,
UT,
John Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
Scratch Acid,
Lakeside,
Lucky Dragons,
the Slits,
The Leaves,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Patti Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Outsiders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Royal Trux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Panda Bear,
Pagans,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mummies,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Moon,
Hoover,
Motorama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Parry Music,
Slave,
These Immortal Souls,
Soulsonic Force,
Fat Boys,
The American Breed,
Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry's Kids,
This Heat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultravox,
Grauzone,
Supertramp,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick Morgan,
The Motions,
John Holt,
Adolescents,
Flash Fearless,
Erasure,
Thee Headcoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Copeland,
Ice-T,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.