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 Cyprus and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
EPMD,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tears for Fears,
Public Enemy,
Girls At Our Best!,
World's Most,
Junior Murvin,
Nas,
Main Source,
The Cure,
X-101,
Anthony Braxton,
Spoonie Gee,
Joensuu 1685,
Dual Sessions,
Slick Rick,
June of 44,
Ten City,
Sight & Sound,
Deakin,
The Gories,
Q and Not U,
Moss Icon,
Reuben Wilson,
Barry Ungar,
Mo-Dettes,
Crash Course in Science,
The Victims,
Bobby Sherman,
Buzzcocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dead C,
Pulsallama,
Chris & Cosey,
Monolake,
Cal Tjader,
The Gap Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Aural Exciters,
Wally Richardson,
The Invisible,
Wire,
The Doors,
Eurythmics,
Underground Resistance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erasure,
Siglo XX,
Tim Buckley,
Malaria!,
ABBA,
Black Flag,
Radio Birdman,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kayak,
Wolf Eyes,
Hot Snakes,
Joey Negro,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.