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 Paraguay and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joe Smooth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
DNA,
Lightning Bolt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magma,
Section 25,
Drexciya,
a-ha,
David McCallum,
Barbara Tucker,
the Germs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Con Funk Shun,
Blossom Toes,
the Slits,
Ronan,
Zapp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Invisible,
This Heat,
Scan 7,
Agent Orange,
Gichy Dan,
Pagans,
Symarip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Juan Atkins,
Eli Mardock,
Howard Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Certain Ratio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris & Cosey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalann,
Moebius,
Mary Jane Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minutemen,
Von Mondo,
Grauzone,
Alphaville,
Bobby Sherman,
Nils Olav,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Sheep,
Pussy Galore,
Cal Tjader,
Pylon,
Dead Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Soulsonic Force,
The Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pole,
Oneida,
Yazoo,
Aural Exciters,
The Kinks,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.