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 Bolivia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Infiniti to the disco 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Television Personalities,
Crooked Eye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Cymande,
Roger Hodgson,
Curtis Mayfield,
June Days,
Ultravox,
Main Source,
Audionom,
The Golliwogs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Youth Brigade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Desert Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Happenings,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Invisible,
June of 44,
Quantec,
John Holt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Jandek,
The Stooges,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
Flipper,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Görl,
The Moody Blues,
Y Pants,
Vainqueur,
Joe Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Normal,
Jawbox,
Bauhaus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sugar Minott,
The Music Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Erykah Badu,
Boz Scaggs,
Harmonia,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.