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 China and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 8 Eyed Spy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
UT,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Talk Talk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rakim,
The Toasters,
Alice Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Harmonia,
The Last Poets,
Nik Kershaw,
PIL,
Joe Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mars,
Gang of Four,
The Black Dice,
Intrusion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wasted Youth,
Main Source,
Au Pairs,
the Germs,
Ultra Naté,
Fugazi,
Siglo XX,
Vladislav Delay,
Swell Maps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
It's A Beautiful Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erasure,
The Fuzztones,
Eden Ahbez,
Kurtis Blow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ohio Players,
The Saints,
Joensuu 1685,
Dennis Brown,
Toni Rubio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Max Romeo,
The Techniques,
Bob Dylan,
Minor Threat,
The Evens,
Black Pus,
These Immortal Souls,
Ken Boothe,
Television Personalities,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.