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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 T.S.O.L. to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joyce Sims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
The Gap Band,
Pylon,
Scott Walker,
The Moody Blues,
Babytalk,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Terry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
The American Breed,
Lucky Dragons,
The Skatalites,
Swell Maps,
Scan 7,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echospace,
Ossler,
Bronski Beat,
Cal Tjader,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Sherman,
Yazoo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arcadia,
Donald Byrd,
The Star Department,
Kevin Saunderson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Pus,
The Golliwogs,
The Happenings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Womack,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dual Sessions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.