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 Portugal and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grime 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-101,
Scrapy,
Malaria!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reagan Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Don Cherry,
Ten City,
Vainqueur,
Technova,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Boogie Down Productions,
Popol Vuh,
David Axelrod,
The Cowsills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echospace,
The Index,
Fear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mummies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Intrusion,
The Residents,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Divine Comedy,
Spandau Ballet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
Roxy Music,
Judy Mowatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boz Scaggs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fat Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
K-Klass,
Sixth Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shoche,
UT,
Crash Course in Science,
The Motions,
Minny Pops,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.