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 Rwanda and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soulsonic Force 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 Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Dave Gahan,
Kerri Chandler,
Connie Case,
Depeche Mode,
Moss Icon,
Loose Ends,
Roxette,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers,
Wolf Eyes,
JFA,
Unwound,
Jeff Mills,
New Order,
The Blues Magoos,
The Grass Roots,
the Normal,
Camberwell Now,
Joey Negro,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slackers,
Danielle Patucci,
B.T. Express,
Brick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fear,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Henry Cow,
Half Japanese,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Rundgren,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
L. Decosne,
the Sonics,
The Cure,
Prince Buster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quando Quango,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy Collins,
The Victims,
Kas Product,
Underground Resistance,
June Days,
Boredoms,
Theoretical Girls,
The Stooges,
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
AZ,
Sandy B,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.