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 Eritrea and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Swell Maps to the grime 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
10cc,
Prince Buster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tim Buckley,
Josef K,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cluster,
Skriet,
Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glenn Branca,
Basic Channel,
AZ,
Mission of Burma,
The Young Rascals,
Quando Quango,
Fugazi,
Skarface,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Womack,
Goldenarms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Intrusion,
Iggy Pop,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
PIL,
Drexciya,
L. Decosne,
Deadbeat,
Harmonia,
Blancmange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wings,
Sixth Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cecil Taylor,
R.M.O.,
Toni Rubio,
Maleditus Sound,
Motorama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
The Music Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Fatback Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gories,
Lower 48,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The J.B.'s,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
LL Cool J,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.