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 Libya and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 David Bowie to the rap 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Leaves,
Nico,
The Pop Group,
The Dave Clark Five,
Surgeon,
Pierre Henry,
L. Decosne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
FM Einheit,
Cluster,
Absolute Body Control,
James White and The Blacks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Technova,
Wally Richardson,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Shoche,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q and Not U,
Dennis Brown,
The Smiths,
LL Cool J,
The Happenings,
World's Most,
Amon Düül II,
Marshall Jefferson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anthony Braxton,
Can,
Deakin,
Judy Mowatt,
The Barracudas,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Starr,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joy Division,
Das Ding,
JFA,
X-102,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Near,
Ice-T,
The Skatalites,
New York Dolls,
Tubeway Army,
In Retrospect,
Rhythm & Sound,
Niagra,
Maurizio,
Porter Ricks,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oneida,
Pole,
The Seeds,
Agent Orange,
Soft Machine,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.