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 Niger and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Carl Craig to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shoche,
Robert Görl,
Harmonia,
Arab on Radar,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cameo,
Dual Sessions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Carl Craig,
Eric Dolphy,
Dennis Brown,
Oneida,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kayak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Kaleidoscope,
Cheater Slicks,
OOIOO,
The Mojo Men,
Erasure,
The Doors,
Sällskapet,
Hot Snakes,
Barbara Tucker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Subhumans,
John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Bauhaus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Wells,
The Remains,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Modern Lovers,
Ludus,
The Leaves,
Eddi Front,
Lower 48,
Chris Corsano,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tommy Roe,
A Certain Ratio,
Desert Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kurtis Blow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faust,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Babytalk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.