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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 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 Wally Richardson to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker,
The Offenders,
Robert Görl,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Piero Umiliani,
Clear Light,
John Lydon,
Yazoo,
Dark Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masters at Work,
Procol Harum,
Ohio Players,
The Moleskins,
Organ,
Tubeway Army,
Joey Negro,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Evens,
Underground Resistance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magazine,
The Saints,
Todd Terry,
Black Bananas,
Fluxion,
Nick Fraelich,
Brand Nubian,
Depeche Mode,
Supertramp,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Slits,
FM Einheit,
John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Groovy Waters,
the Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Rapeman,
Ice-T,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funkadelic,
Liliput,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Copeland,
The Raincoats,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fall,
Kenny Larkin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantaleimon,
Kayak,
China Crisis,
John Holt,
Barbara Tucker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.