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 Dominica and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Arthur Verocai to the grime 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Khruangbin,
DJ Sneak,
Jacob Miller,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camberwell Now,
Nas,
Alton Ellis,
Surgeon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moody Blues,
R.M.O.,
Tim Buckley,
Minutemen,
Bill Near,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zero Boys,
Pantaleimon,
UT,
Delon & Dalcan,
Duran Duran,
Bang On A Can,
Amazonics,
Ludus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Trumans Water,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Holt,
Technova,
Hoover,
The Slackers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blancmange,
Sam Rivers,
Moebius,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rotary Connection,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxette,
Ralphi Rosario,
Steve Hackett,
Alice Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
The Walker Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Funky Four + One,
Quadrant,
Yusef Lateef,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Clarke,
Hasil Adkins,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.