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 Senegal and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Schoolly D to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains 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?
Ultra Naté,
The Angels of Light,
The Offenders,
the Association,
David Bowie,
Fela Kuti,
Ken Boothe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Newcleus,
Janne Schatter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Hood,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Happenings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Invisible,
Mad Mike,
Theoretical Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zero Boys,
Gang of Four,
The Real Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Motorama,
Iggy Pop,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
FM Einheit,
Malaria!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
This Heat,
H. Thieme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mr. Review,
The Smoke,
Peter & Gordon,
Colin Newman,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doors,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
The Mummies,
F. McDonald,
The Saints,
The Trojans,
Wasted Youth,
Babytalk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Style,
Sex Pistols,
Camouflage,
Icehouse,
Marc Almond,
Deepchord,
Kurtis Blow,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.