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 Estonia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Liliput,
Gang of Four,
The Skatalites,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker,
Japan,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Excepter,
Quando Quango,
Peter & Gordon,
Dennis Brown,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Mad Mike,
Black Sheep,
Nils Olav,
Arthur Verocai,
X-Ray Spex,
Accadde A,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonic Youth,
Desert Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
The Cowsills,
the Human League,
Swell Maps,
Tres Demented,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Severed Heads,
Skriet,
Siglo XX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Janne Schatter,
Wire,
Magma,
Man Parrish,
The Cramps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Axelrod,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Intrusion,
Donny Hathaway,
Simply Red,
Gang Starr,
the Swans,
Ken Boothe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deepchord,
Symarip,
Chris Corsano,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Toasters,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.