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 Vanuatu and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rap 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Sherman,
Stiv Bators,
Lower 48,
Morten Harket,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Massinfluence,
Absolute Body Control,
Alphaville,
Black Pus,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fuzztones,
JFA,
The Tremeloes,
Pere Ubu,
PIL,
The Doors,
Henry Cow,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Sneak,
Y Pants,
Bootsy Collins,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Near,
Tears for Fears,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Hill,
The Mojo Men,
Mantronix,
One Last Wish,
Neu!,
DJ Style,
Procol Harum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fall,
The Toasters,
Ronan,
Sun City Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pole,
Agitation Free,
Lyres,
Radio Birdman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donny Hathaway,
OOIOO,
Eric Dolphy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sugar Minott,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brand Nubian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eve St. Jones,
The Names,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.