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 Yemen and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Bizarre Inc. to the electroclash 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Blake Baxter,
Sugar Minott,
Leonard Cohen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Half Japanese,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gap Band,
Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
Absolute Body Control,
The Black Dice,
OOIOO,
Man Parrish,
Fugazi,
Dawn Penn,
Deadbeat,
Colin Newman,
Spoonie Gee,
Moebius,
Judy Mowatt,
Glenn Branca,
Moby Grape,
Arcadia,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Starr,
The Index,
Robert Wyatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yazoo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Easy Going,
the Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doors,
Amon Düül II,
Accadde A,
Wally Richardson,
Crooked Eye,
Mad Mike,
The Litter,
Skarface,
Sandy B,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nils Olav,
The Standells,
Section 25,
Lebanon Hanover,
Henry Cow,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Mandrill,
Jandek,
MC5,
Slick Rick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Green,
Silicon Teens,
Monolake,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.