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 Equatorial Guinea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Blossom Toes to the grunge 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Andrew Hill,
Ponytail,
The Trojans,
John Holt,
The Monochrome Set,
The Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dave Gahan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Nas,
Urselle,
The Gories,
Simply Red,
Black Sheep,
The Music Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Byron Stingily,
Little Man,
The Monks,
Heaven 17,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Sneak,
D'Angelo,
Marine Girls,
Sällskapet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Tom Boy,
Schoolly D,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Age Steppers,
The Fall,
Carl Craig,
Brass Construction,
Derrick May,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faraquet,
Funkadelic,
Unwound,
E-Dancer,
Rekid,
Adolescents,
Cameo,
Parry Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Royal Trux,
The Martian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neu!,
Organ,
X-102,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.