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 Mexico and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Magazine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
K-Klass,
Frankie Knuckles,
Morten Harket,
The Monochrome Set,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Zeros,
Echospace,
The Standells,
Minny Pops,
Eddi Front,
Los Fastidios,
Graham Central Station,
The Gladiators,
Barrington Levy,
Max Romeo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Subhumans,
Unrelated Segments,
Iggy Pop,
Ohio Players,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aswad,
The Walker Brothers,
Bluetip,
Youth Brigade,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Hill,
Prince Buster,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erasure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fear,
Dark Day,
Althea and Donna,
The Cowsills,
Steve Hackett,
Agent Orange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantytec,
the Association,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter and Kerry,
Flipper,
The Skatalites,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hoover,
Average White Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Starr,
Public Enemy,
The Wake,
Masters at Work,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.