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 Iraq and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the dance 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masters at Work,
John Holt,
Simply Red,
Jerry's Kids,
Max Romeo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cecil Taylor,
Sixth Finger,
Junior Murvin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The New Christs,
The Music Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Dual Sessions,
Erasure,
The Neon Judgement,
Popol Vuh,
Patti Smith,
The Raincoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Whodini,
Khruangbin,
Wolf Eyes,
Lightning Bolt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minutemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Fat Boys,
F. McDonald,
U.S. Maple,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aaron Thompson,
EPMD,
Average White Band,
Index,
FM Einheit,
Bush Tetras,
The Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
Magma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Carl Craig,
Heaven 17,
Tim Buckley,
Urselle,
The J.B.'s,
Cymande,
Blake Baxter,
Bob Dylan,
Scratch Acid,
The Knickerbockers,
Wings,
Shoche,
The Evens,
The Offenders,
Lyres,
Suburban Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.