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 Hungary and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Altered Images to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Symarip,
Deakin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Sarah Menescal,
Blossom Toes,
Letta Mbulu,
Television Personalities,
La Düsseldorf,
Flipper,
Young Marble Giants,
Rites of Spring,
D'Angelo,
Cybotron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mark Hollis,
The Five Americans,
Kaleidoscope,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bronski Beat,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Skaos,
The Star Department,
Urselle,
Black Bananas,
The Angels of Light,
Newcleus,
Trumans Water,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Lower 48,
The Remains,
Malaria!,
Piero Umiliani,
Scrapy,
The Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Saints,
John Lydon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The American Breed,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arcadia,
Au Pairs,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Görl,
Country Teasers,
The New Christs,
New Age Steppers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suicide,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.