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 Finland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 The Real Kids to the dance 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doobie Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Schoolly D,
The Motions,
Camberwell Now,
The Victims,
Kayak,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joy Division,
Dark Day,
Toni Rubio,
The Leaves,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Order,
cv313,
T.S.O.L.,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Starr,
Flash Fearless,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pagans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oneida,
Boredoms,
Mo-Dettes,
Spandau Ballet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ten City,
L. Decosne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joyce Sims,
Kerri Chandler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visage,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blackbyrds,
Livin' Joy,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantytec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Franke,
The Moody Blues,
Suicide,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q65,
Moss Icon,
Scrapy,
The Count Five,
Cybotron,
Jawbox,
Shuggie Otis,
Barry Ungar,
John Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.