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 Zambia and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-102,
Gabor Szabo,
John Cale,
Fluxion,
MDC,
Clear Light,
Bush Tetras,
48th St. Collective,
EPMD,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Popol Vuh,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
OOIOO,
Carl Craig,
The Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Public Enemy,
Thompson Twins,
Kerri Chandler,
June of 44,
Pagans,
The Busters,
Audionom,
Spandau Ballet,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radio Birdman,
Whodini,
The Evens,
Monks,
Motorama,
Smog,
The Offenders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Parrish,
Vainqueur,
UT,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sister Nancy,
Sound Behaviour,
Marmalade,
Hasil Adkins,
The Leaves,
Shuggie Otis,
Spoonie Gee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Al Stewart,
Harmonia,
Sight & Sound,
Moebius,
Drexciya,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suicide,
Ronan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.