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 Palau and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Idris Muhammad to the grime 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Evens,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
The Black Dice,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pole,
Tropical Tobacco,
Morten Harket,
ABC,
Con Funk Shun,
Fear,
Wally Richardson,
The Busters,
Y Pants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Axelrod,
AZ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantaleimon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Darondo,
Scientists,
Tubeway Army,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gladiators,
Lakeside,
B.T. Express,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Pus,
Q65,
Infiniti,
Fad Gadget,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slick Rick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiohead,
Tommy Roe,
Ice-T,
Tom Boy,
Talk Talk,
Trumans Water,
Fugazi,
Suburban Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
UT,
Shuggie Otis,
Mad Mike,
Gang of Four,
The Zeros,
Porter Ricks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echospace,
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.