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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stereo Dub to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Zero Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Sneak,
World's Most,
Crooked Eye,
H. Thieme,
Porter Ricks,
Heaven 17,
Moebius,
Fad Gadget,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skarface,
Black Flag,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Count Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tommy Roe,
This Heat,
Soft Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Move,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Audionom,
Davy DMX,
Hashim,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Durutti Column,
Qualms,
the Normal,
Carl Craig,
Organ,
The Blues Magoos,
Khruangbin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Das Ding,
The Pretty Things,
Cymande,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Terry,
The Black Dice,
Surgeon,
Brand Nubian,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delta 5,
Alice Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joyce Sims,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skriet,
Bobby Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dave Gahan,
Lower 48,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.