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 Belize and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crispian St. Peters to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Juan Atkins,
Harmonia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aural Exciters,
Simply Red,
The Slits,
Deakin,
Talk Talk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Howard Jones,
Skarface,
DNA,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Young Rascals,
Nas,
Black Moon,
The Pretty Things,
Audionom,
Cal Tjader,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Motions,
PIL,
Iggy Pop,
Leonard Cohen,
Brothers Johnson,
The Associates,
Gang Starr,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Supertramp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barbara Tucker,
Quando Quango,
Moby Grape,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echospace,
Ponytail,
The Five Americans,
Organ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Charles Mingus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Althea and Donna,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vladislav Delay,
Shuggie Otis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
kango's stein massive,
The Techniques,
Clear Light,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Copeland,
Junior Murvin,
Q and Not U,
Technova,
Kenny Larkin,
The Remains,
Henry Cow,
Chris & Cosey,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.