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 Lebanon and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Panda Bear to the funk 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Sixth Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siglo XX,
James White and The Blacks,
Make Up,
Ten City,
June Days,
Fugazi,
The Fall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Livin' Joy,
ABC,
Swans,
Crime,
Prince Buster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultravox,
Black Moon,
Inner City,
Negative Approach,
Harpers Bizarre,
Half Japanese,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Divine Comedy,
Cluster,
Lalann,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
JFA,
Delta 5,
Lindisfarne,
Pantaleimon,
Visage,
The Happenings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Judy Mowatt,
This Heat,
Spoonie Gee,
The Selecter,
Grey Daturas,
Soul II Soul,
Marvin Gaye,
Moby Grape,
Mars,
Sound Behaviour,
Ralphi Rosario,
Max Romeo,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.