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 Thailand and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marshall Jefferson to the punk 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Sherman,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Modern Lovers,
Funkadelic,
Negative Approach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
KRS-One,
Marmalade,
Tubeway Army,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
This Heat,
Guru Guru,
Q65,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minny Pops,
Gang Starr,
Slave,
DJ Sneak,
Al Stewart,
ABC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tom Boy,
Sister Nancy,
Roxy Music,
Ludus,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharoah Sanders,
China Crisis,
Scrapy,
Wings,
Susan Cadogan,
Patti Smith,
Supertramp,
Mission of Burma,
Lyres,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Lydon,
Junior Murvin,
Barbara Tucker,
Magazine,
Angry Samoans,
Groovy Waters,
Moby Grape,
The Gap Band,
Sight & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kenny Larkin,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.