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 Latvia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 E-Dancer to the techno 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Görl,
Minny Pops,
Fat Boys,
Drexciya,
Franke,
Funkadelic,
This Heat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
K-Klass,
Ornette Coleman,
Jawbox,
Unwound,
Minnie Riperton,
Joey Negro,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visage,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick May,
Popol Vuh,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eden Ahbez,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Selecter,
Mad Mike,
Vladislav Delay,
Massinfluence,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mars,
Leonard Cohen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alice Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Technova,
Reagan Youth,
Ten City,
James White and The Blacks,
the Human League,
Swans,
Kayak,
Can,
Alphaville,
The Grass Roots,
T.S.O.L.,
LL Cool J,
Soulsonic Force,
Tres Demented,
The Toasters,
Icehouse,
Patti Smith,
Wally Richardson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Judy Mowatt,
Rapeman,
The Fuzztones,
Pantaleimon,
Ice-T,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.