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 Jamaica and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
La Düsseldorf,
Grauzone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wolf Eyes,
Zapp,
Deadbeat,
Kerri Chandler,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slits,
The Fall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dark Day,
Severed Heads,
The Last Poets,
a-ha,
Jandek,
Swell Maps,
Ultravox,
Blossom Toes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
World's Most,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Black Dice,
The Dead C,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Schoolly D,
Soul II Soul,
Eli Mardock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
Ornette Coleman,
A Certain Ratio,
Unwound,
Supertramp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vladislav Delay,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Josef K,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Near,
Whodini,
Depeche Mode,
Rufus Thomas,
F. McDonald,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.