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 Gambia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Symarip to the jazz 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Scion,
Sonic Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faraquet,
Sun City Girls,
The Happenings,
Al Stewart,
Maurizio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerri Chandler,
Hashim,
Angry Samoans,
Oneida,
Morten Harket,
Roxette,
The United States of America,
Harmonia,
The Doors,
Deadbeat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blancmange,
Little Man,
X-101,
David Bowie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stiv Bators,
OOIOO,
Lyres,
The Seeds,
The Kinks,
Country Teasers,
World's Most,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Janne Schatter,
Arab on Radar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
One Last Wish,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barrington Levy,
Funky Four + One,
Sandy B,
Barclay James Harvest,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grauzone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Althea and Donna,
Los Fastidios,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
K-Klass,
Altered Images,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Japan,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.