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 Grenada and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Madrid and Mumbai.
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 theremin 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Jeff Mills,
Funky Four + One,
Eurythmics,
Davy DMX,
Quantec,
Don Cherry,
Sparks,
Nas,
Agent Orange,
Sixth Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Stooges,
One Last Wish,
Drexciya,
Sex Pistols,
MC5,
Eli Mardock,
Grauzone,
The Music Machine,
Cymande,
Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
Agitation Free,
Warren Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Amazonics,
John Holt,
The Gun Club,
Stereo Dub,
Intrusion,
Magma,
John Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Khruangbin,
Vainqueur,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arab on Radar,
Brand Nubian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonic Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joensuu 1685,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marvin Gaye,
Zapp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Das Ding,
The Happenings,
Henry Cow,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Certain Ratio,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.