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 Somalia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Television Personalities to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
James White and The Blacks,
Qualms,
Rites of Spring,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Simply Red,
The Trojans,
FM Einheit,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Copeland,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Last Poets,
The Music Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Busters,
Audionom,
Harry Pussy,
Unrelated Segments,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crooked Eye,
Crime,
Charles Mingus,
Rod Modell,
Altered Images,
Todd Terry,
D'Angelo,
Make Up,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Hood,
The Fortunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brick,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
The New Christs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Moon,
Das Ding,
Ultra Naté,
Max Romeo,
Agitation Free,
Pantaleimon,
Trumans Water,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.