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 Taiwan and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Frankie Knuckles to the jazz 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Arab on Radar,
Theoretical Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Smog,
Mo-Dettes,
The Modern Lovers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eurythmics,
R.M.O.,
Connie Case,
Hasil Adkins,
Inner City,
X-Ray Spex,
Parry Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rod Modell,
Skarface,
UT,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deepchord,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Qualms,
Mars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Sherman,
Spoonie Gee,
The Trojans,
Junior Murvin,
Khruangbin,
Idris Muhammad,
The American Breed,
The Litter,
Delta 5,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Rundgren,
Donald Byrd,
Heaven 17,
John Coltrane,
The Busters,
Hardrive,
Chris & Cosey,
Intrusion,
Faraquet,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
The Black Dice,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gladiators,
Drexciya,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harpers Bizarre,
Popol Vuh,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.