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 Denmark and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Delta 5 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Ronan,
Joy Division,
The Barracudas,
Black Pus,
The Moleskins,
The Saints,
Terry Callier,
Kas Product,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Bourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Hill,
Massinfluence,
Minor Threat,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television Personalities,
New Age Steppers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eden Ahbez,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Archie Shepp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Enemy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Animal Collective,
The Real Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cramps,
Cluster,
Chris Corsano,
Flamin' Groovies,
Leonard Cohen,
Hot Snakes,
The Techniques,
New York Dolls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick Morgan,
Aswad,
Todd Rundgren,
Nils Olav,
Donny Hathaway,
Ponytail,
The Happenings,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Green,
The Stooges,
Schoolly D,
Lalann,
Chris & Cosey,
Television,
The Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
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.