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 Kosovo and from New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Todd Terry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Soul II Soul,
D'Angelo,
Wolf Eyes,
Brothers Johnson,
FM Einheit,
The Monochrome Set,
Siglo XX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Khruangbin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Roger Hodgson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Average White Band,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Knickerbockers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Saints,
Mars,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Cell,
Yaz,
Bang On A Can,
Black Sheep,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
The Star Department,
The Toasters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Misunderstood,
Stetsasonic,
The Seeds,
The Slackers,
Godley & Creme,
The Trojans,
Nils Olav,
Ken Boothe,
The Wake,
Alphaville,
Half Japanese,
Eurythmics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Harry Pussy,
The Cure,
Minor Threat,
Maurizio,
Black Flag,
Robert Görl,
The Invisible,
The Tremeloes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Peter and Kerry,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.