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 Burundi and from New York.
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 Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Underground Resistance to the grime 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Brand Nubian,
The Gladiators,
Nils Olav,
Darondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
EPMD,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Slits,
Black Bananas,
Rekid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Music Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dorothy Ashby,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donny Hathaway,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalann,
The Slackers,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Fraelich,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul II Soul,
The Cure,
Au Pairs,
the Bar-Kays,
The Standells,
The Selecter,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cramps,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
One Last Wish,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
Youth Brigade,
MDC,
The Vogues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Searchers,
Roxette,
Sound Behaviour,
DNA,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Mills,
Y Pants,
Pagans,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.