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 Guinea-Bissau and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Susan Cadogan to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Delta 5,
CMW,
The Move,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultimate Spinach,
H. Thieme,
The Grass Roots,
The Wake,
The Gladiators,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brick,
UT,
Magazine,
Main Source,
Brass Construction,
Procol Harum,
Dark Day,
The Kinks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Deadbeat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Iggy Pop,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry's Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick Morgan,
Depeche Mode,
Pole,
Dawn Penn,
Carl Craig,
Yusef Lateef,
Lower 48,
The Fugs,
Arthur Verocai,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David McCallum,
The Associates,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smoke,
kango's stein massive,
The Leaves,
Japan,
EPMD,
Lightning Bolt,
Banda Bassotti,
Von Mondo,
The Human League,
Symarip,
Joy Division,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Hood,
The Walker Brothers,
Das Ding,
Skriet,
Wasted Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fall,
Kayak,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.