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 Honduras and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Chris Corsano to the electroclash 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Litter,
Little Man,
Derrick May,
D'Angelo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terry Callier,
Soul Sonic Force,
CMW,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moleskins,
Rosa Yemen,
The American Breed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
AZ,
Stetsasonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Television,
Eli Mardock,
Sex Pistols,
Negative Approach,
Minny Pops,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fuzztones,
Drexciya,
Moss Icon,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Human League,
Slave,
Mr. Review,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rod Modell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wally Richardson,
Cal Tjader,
Wire,
Scratch Acid,
Wings,
Chris & Cosey,
Iggy Pop,
Dark Day,
The Remains,
The Index,
The Misunderstood,
Television Personalities,
Reagan Youth,
The Associates,
Leonard Cohen,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Wyatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Arab on Radar,
The Sound,
E-Dancer,
Suburban Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.