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 South Sudan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Neil Young to the punk 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Gang Starr,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter and Kerry,
Neu!,
Sonic Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gong,
PIL,
Leonard Cohen,
Toni Rubio,
Howard Jones,
Livin' Joy,
Eden Ahbez,
Arthur Verocai,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barrington Levy,
Adolescents,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Style,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Outsiders,
Intrusion,
The Barracudas,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Image Ltd.,
E-Dancer,
Pierre Henry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crime,
Jawbox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Pere Ubu,
Mr. Review,
The Vogues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thompson Twins,
Rites of Spring,
The Zeros,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monochrome Set,
Alphaville,
Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
cv313,
EPMD,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.