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 Sierra Leone and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Human League to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
E-Dancer,
Moebius,
Blake Baxter,
Erasure,
Maurizio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jawbox,
Youth Brigade,
Dual Sessions,
Tres Demented,
Urselle,
Camberwell Now,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hoover,
JFA,
ABC,
kango's stein massive,
Smog,
Swans,
Agent Orange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marcia Griffiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Last Poets,
Chris & Cosey,
Marine Girls,
Niagra,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantaleimon,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxy Music,
Main Source,
Q65,
Robert Hood,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Red Krayola,
Ohio Players,
Shuggie Otis,
Funky Four + One,
The Doors,
Aaron Thompson,
The Seeds,
DNA,
Cybotron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suburban Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Teasers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Kinks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Oneida,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.