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 Norway and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Marvin Gaye to the disco 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Searchers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Connie Case,
Guru Guru,
The Angels of Light,
Outsiders,
Prince Buster,
Excepter,
Deakin,
Mark Hollis,
Black Bananas,
Mandrill,
These Immortal Souls,
Funky Four + One,
Delta 5,
Nik Kershaw,
New Age Steppers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Toasters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minor Threat,
The Mojo Men,
Pole,
Oneida,
Hardrive,
Jacques Brel,
Magma,
Parry Music,
Skarface,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lindisfarne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
The Monochrome Set,
Grey Daturas,
The Evens,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sound Behaviour,
One Last Wish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funkadelic,
Basic Channel,
K-Klass,
The Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
AZ,
The Shadows of Knight,
Colin Newman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visage,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Green,
The Gories,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cure,
B.T. Express,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.