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 Philippines and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Q65 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Alton Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fortunes,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Guru Guru,
The Trojans,
Supertramp,
Don Cherry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Görl,
The Skatalites,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Animal Collective,
The Stooges,
John Foxx,
The Techniques,
Mr. Review,
The Walker Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Make Up,
La Düsseldorf,
KRS-One,
Malaria!,
Gichy Dan,
EPMD,
Wire,
Albert Ayler,
The Dirtbombs,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q and Not U,
Minutemen,
Franke,
Skaos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marine Girls,
Bill Wells,
Pierre Henry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Massinfluence,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brass Construction,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thee Headcoats,
The Modern Lovers,
MC5,
Severed Heads,
Colin Newman,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Depeche Mode,
The Vogues,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.