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 Thailand and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the jazz 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Cowsills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Music Machine,
Black Flag,
The Monochrome Set,
Motorama,
La Düsseldorf,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson,
Fela Kuti,
Japan,
Crash Course in Science,
These Immortal Souls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gun Club,
Morten Harket,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drive Like Jehu,
Desert Stars,
Technova,
Fad Gadget,
Howard Jones,
Aswad,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Womack,
Pole,
Matthew Halsall,
The Velvet Underground,
Toni Rubio,
Porter Ricks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rosa Yemen,
The Remains,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Starr,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Birthday Party,
Inner City,
The Victims,
Joe Smooth,
Monks,
The Sound,
The Moleskins,
The Trojans,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Associates,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pop Group,
Nas,
John Lydon,
Das Ding,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.