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 Dominica and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Ornette Coleman,
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nico,
Gerry Rafferty,
Toni Rubio,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Freddie Wadling,
Simply Red,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
The Wake,
Donny Hathaway,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonic Youth,
KRS-One,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Kinks,
D'Angelo,
Nirvana,
Television,
Robert Görl,
The Five Americans,
Juan Atkins,
Carl Craig,
Dave Gahan,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
EPMD,
UT,
John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Martian,
Barry Ungar,
K-Klass,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Association,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ken Boothe,
The Angels of Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Almond,
Harpers Bizarre,
Theoretical Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.