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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marshall Jefferson to the crunk 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Davy DMX,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visage,
David Axelrod,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantytec,
FM Einheit,
Funkadelic,
Heaven 17,
The Beau Brummels,
Yazoo,
Cecil Taylor,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül II,
Black Bananas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABBA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Age Steppers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nico,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scrapy,
The Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Move,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Groovy Waters,
Kurtis Blow,
Simply Red,
Index,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fall,
X-102,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Standells,
Adolescents,
John Coltrane,
Bill Near,
UT,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Mills,
A Certain Ratio,
Dave Gahan,
Cameo,
Stiv Bators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glenn Branca,
Hashim,
Aural Exciters,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.