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 Denmark 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Symarip to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Marine Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drexciya,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Tremeloes,
Pierre Henry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Human League,
Skaos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Japan,
Unrelated Segments,
FM Einheit,
Panda Bear,
The Martian,
Accadde A,
Whodini,
The Birthday Party,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Underground Resistance,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dirtbombs,
Scrapy,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young,
The Music Machine,
Royal Trux,
Glenn Branca,
Black Moon,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Rundgren,
The Leaves,
Erykah Badu,
The Moleskins,
The Pop Group,
World's Most,
The Pretty Things,
Agent Orange,
8 Eyed Spy,
H. Thieme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cymande,
John Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Scan 7,
DJ Sneak,
Ten City,
Tears for Fears,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tres Demented,
Peter and Kerry,
The Last Poets,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cowsills,
Grauzone,
Danielle Patucci,
PIL,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.