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 Nepal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 techno 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Absolute Body Control,
Excepter,
The Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Flag,
Jacob Miller,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Raincoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donny Hathaway,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Black Dice,
Bronski Beat,
Cal Tjader,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Newcleus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABC,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cowsills,
Joy Division,
Duran Duran,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
AZ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cramps,
The Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Ossler,
Essential Logic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Japan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
June Days,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sight & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
Ohio Players,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Babytalk,
Ornette Coleman,
Make Up,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Martian,
The Kinks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Modern Lovers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Remains,
Johnny Clarke,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.