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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Intrusion to the disco 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arthur Verocai,
Loose Ends,
Khruangbin,
The Last Poets,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stiv Bators,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Hood,
Dennis Brown,
The Skatalites,
The Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
PIL,
Danielle Patucci,
The Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June Days,
The Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vladislav Delay,
John Coltrane,
Altered Images,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Invisible,
Jacob Miller,
Grauzone,
Soulsonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eve St. Jones,
Organ,
Roxy Music,
Barrington Levy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quadrant,
Panda Bear,
Dead Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anthony Braxton,
K-Klass,
The Blackbyrds,
Malaria!,
F. McDonald,
Inner City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Durutti Column,
Banda Bassotti,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Residents,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.