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 Guatemala and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rock 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monks,
The New Christs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Infiniti,
the Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Clarke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gladiators,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantaleimon,
Bob Dylan,
Duran Duran,
Little Man,
cv313,
Curtis Mayfield,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eurythmics,
Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare,
Faraquet,
Severed Heads,
CMW,
Depeche Mode,
Judy Mowatt,
Television Personalities,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Smog,
Alton Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Funky Four + One,
Pantytec,
Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Brass Construction,
Althea and Donna,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Darondo,
Man Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
a-ha,
Ludus,
The Invisible,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scientists,
Aswad,
Magma,
Vladislav Delay,
The Vogues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.