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 Maldives and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Robert Hood to the dance 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harry Pussy,
OOIOO,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
cv313,
Rod Modell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter and Kerry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fat Boys,
The Sound,
World's Most,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cheater Slicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Saints,
Public Image Ltd.,
Goldenarms,
Oneida,
Groovy Waters,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Fear,
Fela Kuti,
Man Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
UT,
Eden Ahbez,
Desert Stars,
EPMD,
Patti Smith,
Whodini,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rakim,
Avey Tare,
The Durutti Column,
Main Source,
Deadbeat,
Sister Nancy,
Das Ding,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sam Rivers,
JFA,
Urselle,
Johnny Clarke,
T. Rex,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.