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 the UAE and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Holger Czukay 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 Roger Hodgson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kaleidoscope,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Ludus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick Morgan,
Nik Kershaw,
L. Decosne,
Sarah Menescal,
Stiv Bators,
Liliput,
Ponytail,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Sneak,
June Days,
Section 25,
Rod Modell,
Agent Orange,
KRS-One,
Joey Negro,
Wasted Youth,
Flipper,
Eden Ahbez,
Boz Scaggs,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monks,
The Barracudas,
Warren Ellis,
John Cale,
Wings,
Donny Hathaway,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shoche,
Deepchord,
Alton Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aswad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
Yellowson,
Aloha Tigers,
The Music Machine,
Trumans Water,
the Association,
Goldenarms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Near,
The Fortunes,
Robert Görl,
Rosa Yemen,
Marine Girls,
Cymande,
Josef K,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.