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 Bhutan 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Nation of Ulysses to the techno 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mars,
Morten Harket,
Ituana,
John Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pretty Things,
Josef K,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Selecter,
Mad Mike,
Skarface,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül II,
Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
48th St. Collective,
Sällskapet,
Bill Near,
Lungfish,
Hoover,
Circle Jerks,
Scan 7,
Minor Threat,
Robert Görl,
Susan Cadogan,
Darondo,
Iggy Pop,
Los Fastidios,
the Normal,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camberwell Now,
ABC,
Colin Newman,
X-102,
Metal Thangz,
Roxette,
The Toasters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gong,
The Standells,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Japan,
Neil Young,
In Retrospect,
Wasted Youth,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.