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 Zambia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Saints to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Index,
Television,
James White and The Blacks,
Au Pairs,
The Golliwogs,
Black Bananas,
Jacob Miller,
Kerrie Biddell,
Adolescents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Talk Talk,
China Crisis,
Simply Red,
Malaria!,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hot Snakes,
Rapeman,
Kayak,
The Cure,
the Germs,
Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Rundgren,
Model 500,
The Sonics,
The Litter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Desert Stars,
Panda Bear,
U.S. Maple,
MC5,
Kurtis Blow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiohead,
New Order,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul II Soul,
Janne Schatter,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gladiators,
Mandrill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Outsiders,
48th St. Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sarah Menescal,
The Wake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New York Dolls,
Tim Buckley,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Motorama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.