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 Zambia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Nils Olav 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Carl Craig,
48th St. Collective,
Simply Red,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quadrant,
Godley & Creme,
The Vogues,
Skarface,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hoover,
Urselle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brothers Johnson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
The Durutti Column,
The Monochrome Set,
The Residents,
Smog,
Roger Hodgson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
10cc,
the Human League,
Unwound,
Chris Corsano,
Massinfluence,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Black Dice,
Stockholm Monsters,
Qualms,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
The Buckinghams,
Niagra,
FM Einheit,
The Standells,
Minor Threat,
Robert Hood,
Absolute Body Control,
The Toasters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick May,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Model 500,
Japan,
Matthew Halsall,
Lungfish,
Pierre Henry,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.