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 Togo and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Davy DMX to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Darondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Henry Cow,
Lyres,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dead C,
Neil Young,
Roger Hodgson,
Fluxion,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Maurizio,
Cluster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nik Kershaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ralphi Rosario,
Morten Harket,
Derrick May,
Judy Mowatt,
The Last Poets,
Kas Product,
Mary Jane Girls,
JFA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sandy B,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Mills,
Motorama,
Man Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Flipper,
Aswad,
Wings,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Lydon,
Warsaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Index,
Rufus Thomas,
F. McDonald,
Scientists,
D'Angelo,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.