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 Panama and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Vainqueur to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reuben Wilson,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kas Product,
The Stooges,
Sarah Menescal,
Mark Hollis,
Alphaville,
The Raincoats,
Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The United States of America,
The Move,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heaven 17,
Newcleus,
Mandrill,
Ultravox,
Reagan Youth,
The Selecter,
Bad Manners,
Quando Quango,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dawn Penn,
H. Thieme,
The Music Machine,
Nils Olav,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Spoonie Gee,
In Retrospect,
Josef K,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Halsall,
Schoolly D,
Siglo XX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cheater Slicks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Tremeloes,
Organ,
Mars,
The Grass Roots,
Goldenarms,
Tears for Fears,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Idris Muhammad,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moody Blues,
Duran Duran,
Can,
Interpol,
Deepchord,
Henry Cow,
Fugazi,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Model 500,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.