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 Thailand and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Yaz to the techno 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Rekid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Graham Central Station,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul II Soul,
The Toasters,
EPMD,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bad Manners,
Boz Scaggs,
Bronski Beat,
Groovy Waters,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anthony Braxton,
Dave Gahan,
The Vogues,
The J.B.'s,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eden Ahbez,
Crime,
Stiv Bators,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Hill,
Procol Harum,
The Smiths,
Metal Thangz,
Jandek,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suicide,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amazonics,
The Leaves,
Public Enemy,
Television,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Schoolly D,
Massinfluence,
Drive Like Jehu,
Duran Duran,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fear,
Gichy Dan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Red Krayola,
In Retrospect,
Toni Rubio,
Laurel Aitken,
The Neon Judgement,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.