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 Croatia and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Tim Buckley to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Kool Moe Dee,
DNA,
Nas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Black Dice,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fall,
Judy Mowatt,
The Skatalites,
Liliput,
Yellowson,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang of Four,
Interpol,
Black Bananas,
Hasil Adkins,
China Crisis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pylon,
June of 44,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suburban Knight,
Max Romeo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hot Snakes,
Lalann,
The Associates,
Franke,
Guru Guru,
Eddi Front,
Pulsallama,
Los Fastidios,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stockholm Monsters,
MDC,
Tommy Roe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radio Birdman,
Barbara Tucker,
Kaleidoscope,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Last Poets,
Brothers Johnson,
E-Dancer,
Fela Kuti,
Circle Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Goldenarms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Howard Jones,
Pagans,
Neil Young,
Unrelated Segments,
Silicon Teens,
Scientists,
The Moleskins,
Animal Collective,
Dual Sessions,
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.