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 Suriname and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Bill Near to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heaven 17,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neu!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Little Man,
Bobby Byrd,
the Association,
The Smoke,
Gang Starr,
DJ Sneak,
Eden Ahbez,
Howard Jones,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Sherman,
Piero Umiliani,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chrome,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra,
One Last Wish,
Franke,
Scan 7,
Sex Pistols,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slave,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Barracudas,
Brick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donny Hathaway,
Marine Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Fear,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Style,
Rekid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Young Marble Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Babytalk,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Swans,
Nirvana,
Mo-Dettes,
Pylon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-102,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Motions,
Ituana,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.