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 Kiribati and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Janne Schatter,
Ludus,
Reagan Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mad Mike,
Archie Shepp,
Carl Craig,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul II Soul,
Sällskapet,
Pantaleimon,
H. Thieme,
kango's stein massive,
Livin' Joy,
Lindisfarne,
Agent Orange,
Goldenarms,
Lakeside,
The Pretty Things,
The Gun Club,
Q65,
Agitation Free,
Country Teasers,
The Music Machine,
Main Source,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
L. Decosne,
Deepchord,
The Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cymande,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Eddi Front,
Wally Richardson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mantronix,
The Evens,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Victims,
Jacob Miller,
Kool Moe Dee,
Duran Duran,
Bill Near,
Suburban Knight,
Franke,
Popol Vuh,
Wings,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Juan Atkins,
the Human League,
Joey Negro,
Warsaw,
Severed Heads,
a-ha,
Joensuu 1685,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.