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 Pakistan and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeff Mills to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Scientists,
Clear Light,
B.T. Express,
The Human League,
The Selecter,
DJ Style,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camouflage,
Mark Hollis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Porter Ricks,
Silicon Teens,
Chris & Cosey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eve St. Jones,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Essential Logic,
June Days,
The Barracudas,
Sixth Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cybotron,
Deakin,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Certain Ratio,
Bob Dylan,
The Gun Club,
Bizarre Inc.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Raincoats,
Nas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drexciya,
The Toasters,
Warsaw,
Robert Wyatt,
Echospace,
the Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Public Enemy,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maleditus Sound,
Little Man,
Intrusion,
the Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Jawbox,
DNA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.