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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lakeside to the funk 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Surgeon,
The Barracudas,
Duran Duran,
Connie Case,
The Moody Blues,
Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Idris Muhammad,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mojo Men,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lungfish,
Dark Day,
The Vogues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kenny Larkin,
Interpol,
The Last Poets,
David Axelrod,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang On A Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ten City,
Skriet,
La Düsseldorf,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eden Ahbez,
The Skatalites,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Marine Girls,
Motorama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Juan Atkins,
Pylon,
Moss Icon,
The Fuzztones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Desert Stars,
Rekid,
Public Enemy,
Urselle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Qualms,
Rufus Thomas,
Davy DMX,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacques Brel,
kango's stein massive,
Metal Thangz,
Depeche Mode,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.