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 Tunisia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Charles Mingus to the disco 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Arcadia,
Roxette,
Gichy Dan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Halsall,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Style,
10cc,
Shoche,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Sneak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nico,
Vainqueur,
Duran Duran,
Erasure,
Monks,
Erykah Badu,
Half Japanese,
The Barracudas,
The Black Dice,
R.M.O.,
Severed Heads,
Lyres,
X-102,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Tears for Fears,
The Neon Judgement,
The Young Rascals,
Fort Wilson Riot,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Subhumans,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalann,
Alphaville,
LL Cool J,
Easy Going,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terry Callier,
Isaac Hayes,
Scan 7,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arthur Verocai,
The Durutti Column,
Ronan,
Idris Muhammad,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Depeche Mode,
Ponytail,
CMW,
Joensuu 1685,
Nils Olav,
Maurizio,
Max Romeo,
Guru Guru,
Jandek,
June Days,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.