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 Algeria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Stetsasonic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
B.T. Express,
James White and The Blacks,
Boz Scaggs,
Flash Fearless,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Pantytec,
Alton Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Zero Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Terry,
DJ Style,
Quadrant,
Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ornette Coleman,
Erykah Badu,
Erasure,
a-ha,
Juan Atkins,
Brass Construction,
Wasted Youth,
Deepchord,
Yellowson,
The Evens,
The Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
John Lydon,
Sam Rivers,
The Vogues,
Fat Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Eurythmics,
Hot Snakes,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Green,
Mandrill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Altered Images,
Infiniti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roger Hodgson,
Judy Mowatt,
Severed Heads,
Schoolly D,
H. Thieme,
The Toasters,
The Last Poets,
Eli Mardock,
Dual Sessions,
Jacob Miller,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.