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 Mauritius and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Lebanon Hanover to the jazz 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wolf Eyes,
Fluxion,
Das Ding,
The Golliwogs,
Soulsonic Force,
Massinfluence,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
Maleditus Sound,
the Soft Cell,
The Standells,
Leonard Cohen,
Infiniti,
New Order,
The Gap Band,
Adolescents,
F. McDonald,
Junior Murvin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sixth Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Pere Ubu,
Minny Pops,
Magma,
ABC,
Black Pus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Terry,
Gabor Szabo,
a-ha,
Severed Heads,
Tubeway Army,
Accadde A,
48th St. Collective,
Ossler,
Ken Boothe,
The Black Dice,
The Associates,
The Doors,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Index,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick Morgan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Grass Roots,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Bourne,
Eurythmics,
Rod Modell,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacob Miller,
The Residents,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.