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 Saudi Arabia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Toasters to the rap 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Josef K,
Donny Hathaway,
A Certain Ratio,
The Neon Judgement,
Deepchord,
Warren Ellis,
The Wake,
Patti Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cure,
Black Sheep,
Organ,
Adolescents,
Swans,
Ultravox,
The Divine Comedy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Excepter,
Wire,
DNA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Wells,
The Dead C,
kango's stein massive,
Eurythmics,
Lungfish,
Camouflage,
Carl Craig,
Alton Ellis,
Surgeon,
Pantytec,
Massinfluence,
Popol Vuh,
UT,
Stereo Dub,
the Soft Cell,
The Human League,
The Misunderstood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crash Course in Science,
the Bar-Kays,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dawn Penn,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ituana,
Wolf Eyes,
Guru Guru,
Hasil Adkins,
Porter Ricks,
Lakeside,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
a-ha,
Pierre Henry,
Skarface,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.