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 Canada and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Symarip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arcadia,
Carl Craig,
The Cure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
The Busters,
Andrew Hill,
The Grass Roots,
Franke,
Pylon,
Section 25,
Excepter,
Malaria!,
Radiopuhelimet,
JFA,
Brothers Johnson,
The Move,
ABC,
China Crisis,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy Collins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Susan Cadogan,
Talk Talk,
Quadrant,
T. Rex,
Delta 5,
Black Flag,
The Barracudas,
The Toasters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Sherman,
FM Einheit,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alton Ellis,
Darondo,
The United States of America,
Joyce Sims,
DNA,
Marvin Gaye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Popol Vuh,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Camouflage,
Pussy Galore,
Ronan,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suicide,
Black Pus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anthony Braxton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deepchord,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.