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 Swaziland and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the funk 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
the Association,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dave Gahan,
Fad Gadget,
Davy DMX,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed,
Bill Wells,
Junior Murvin,
Massinfluence,
Minnie Riperton,
JFA,
Moss Icon,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Bourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nils Olav,
Maleditus Sound,
Unwound,
Livin' Joy,
Flash Fearless,
Yellowson,
Marmalade,
New Age Steppers,
Babytalk,
DJ Sneak,
Ten City,
AZ,
The Smiths,
Rod Modell,
Pole,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Halsall,
T.S.O.L.,
Don Cherry,
Brothers Johnson,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kevin Saunderson,
MC5,
The Cowsills,
Al Stewart,
Quando Quango,
Connie Case,
The Blues Magoos,
Japan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heaven 17,
Television,
Parry Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Style,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.