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 Marshall Islands and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Slave to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Groovy Waters,
Roxette,
Brass Construction,
the Normal,
Adolescents,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Evens,
Magma,
James White and The Blacks,
Neu!,
Eddi Front,
The Sound,
Howard Jones,
Moss Icon,
Prince Buster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ten City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Trumans Water,
Silicon Teens,
Joy Division,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Brand Nubian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funkadelic,
Hashim,
Radiohead,
Terry Callier,
Outsiders,
Derrick May,
The Saints,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ituana,
The Real Kids,
Basic Channel,
Yaz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rod Modell,
Lungfish,
Mantronix,
Los Fastidios,
Fluxion,
Simply Red,
Accadde A,
Audionom,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cheater Slicks,
The Kinks,
Charles Mingus,
The Index,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Copeland,
X-101,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.