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 Montenegro and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DJ Style to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxette,
Television Personalities,
The Walker Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang of Four,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang On A Can,
Bronski Beat,
Gong,
Carl Craig,
Danielle Patucci,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gichy Dan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Average White Band,
Mission of Burma,
The Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anakelly,
Dual Sessions,
June Days,
Soul II Soul,
China Crisis,
Dawn Penn,
John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quadrant,
Lower 48,
Pole,
Arcadia,
Nick Fraelich,
Graham Central Station,
Warren Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Jacques Brel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Negative Approach,
The Index,
Harmonia,
Ten City,
Accadde A,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.