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 Tonga and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Monochrome Set to the techno 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Lalann 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Cluster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Toasters,
Wings,
Royal Trux,
Bill Near,
Eurythmics,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker,
Roxy Music,
Khruangbin,
Faust,
Heaven 17,
The Saints,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Style,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spoonie Gee,
The Techniques,
John Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Inner City,
Traffic Nightmare,
Susan Cadogan,
Glenn Branca,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
Agitation Free,
Funky Four + One,
The Busters,
Barbara Tucker,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monochrome Set,
Donald Byrd,
AZ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Joey Negro,
Eric B and Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Ten City,
The Slackers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
Rod Modell,
The Offenders,
Saccharine Trust,
Boredoms,
New Age Steppers,
Ice-T,
The Smiths,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.