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 Pakistan and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Iggy Pop to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Don Cherry,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerri Chandler,
The Stooges,
Max Romeo,
Sex Pistols,
The Offenders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DNA,
The Standells,
Quando Quango,
New Age Steppers,
cv313,
Ornette Coleman,
Siglo XX,
The Misunderstood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boz Scaggs,
Alton Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stereo Dub,
Country Teasers,
Youth Brigade,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Halsall,
Archie Shepp,
Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gories,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Graham Central Station,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moody Blues,
Intrusion,
The Fuzztones,
Cecil Taylor,
The Five Americans,
Depeche Mode,
Ituana,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dead C,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Human League,
Shoche,
Skriet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June of 44,
Simply Red,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.