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 Italy and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Radio Birdman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chrome,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slackers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultra Naté,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erasure,
The Red Krayola,
Yazoo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brick,
Basic Channel,
The Remains,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unrelated Segments,
Nik Kershaw,
Carl Craig,
The Dead C,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Martian,
the Normal,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Neon Judgement,
Warren Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Outsiders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Main Source,
Minutemen,
Goldenarms,
Talk Talk,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Happenings,
Davy DMX,
Public Enemy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alice Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oblivians,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fad Gadget,
Anthony Braxton,
Morten Harket,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camberwell Now,
Rapeman,
Malaria!,
ABBA,
These Immortal Souls,
Grey Daturas,
Japan,
The Invisible,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.