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 Thailand and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camouflage to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Fatback Band,
The Misunderstood,
Rekid,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul II Soul,
The Red Krayola,
Swans,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Parrish,
B.T. Express,
Morten Harket,
Terry Callier,
The Count Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suicide,
The Cure,
Magma,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Associates,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heaven 17,
Alice Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Bobby Byrd,
Skarface,
the Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
World's Most,
The Black Dice,
Hot Snakes,
Vladislav Delay,
Minor Threat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Godley & Creme,
Crash Course in Science,
Reagan Youth,
Little Man,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Technova,
The Fuzztones,
Wally Richardson,
Oblivians,
Ice-T,
The Gun Club,
Metal Thangz,
Roger Hodgson,
The Happenings,
Danielle Patucci,
David Bowie,
Davy DMX,
DJ Sneak,
Black Pus,
Model 500,
Monolake,
Interpol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.