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 Ecuador and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Nico,
Babytalk,
Ituana,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jawbox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thompson Twins,
Bob Dylan,
The Slackers,
Thee Headcoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crash Course in Science,
Angry Samoans,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Last Poets,
Can,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Khruangbin,
Harry Pussy,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wasted Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Pantaleimon,
Motorama,
Duran Duran,
Alison Limerick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quadrant,
Pagans,
The Litter,
the Bar-Kays,
Tubeway Army,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vainqueur,
Bush Tetras,
The Remains,
One Last Wish,
Deadbeat,
Spoonie Gee,
This Heat,
Procol Harum,
The Motions,
Average White Band,
The Blackbyrds,
The Raincoats,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Halsall,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Altered Images,
Alphaville,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.