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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Order to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lightning Bolt,
the Human League,
Infiniti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Human League,
The Gladiators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiohead,
Groovy Waters,
Pussy Galore,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Section 25,
Scion,
Smog,
Model 500,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Mantronix,
Zapp,
Matthew Bourne,
CMW,
The Move,
Inner City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Qualms,
Shoche,
Whodini,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dark Day,
The Techniques,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New York Dolls,
Skaos,
The Angels of Light,
Erasure,
Junior Murvin,
Mo-Dettes,
The Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Gang Starr,
Moss Icon,
Tim Buckley,
Amazonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Warsaw,
OOIOO,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thompson Twins,
Ken Boothe,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.