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 Belgium and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Eric Copeland to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Bowie,
Donny Hathaway,
The Busters,
Jacques Brel,
Harry Pussy,
The Pretty Things,
Oblivians,
UT,
Basic Channel,
Los Fastidios,
The Barracudas,
Fear,
Hot Snakes,
Wally Richardson,
Deepchord,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hardrive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Desert Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Altered Images,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flipper,
Panda Bear,
The Buckinghams,
Rekid,
Half Japanese,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Durutti Column,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minor Threat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Smog,
Glambeats Corp.,
Organ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Faust,
Robert Hood,
Marine Girls,
Parry Music,
Erasure,
The Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Drexciya,
Black Pus,
Radiohead,
Don Cherry,
Mars,
Kayak,
Skarface,
Supertramp,
Agitation Free,
The Happenings,
The Gladiators,
Isaac Hayes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.