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 Solomon Islands and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Durutti Column to the rock 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Mo-Dettes,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra,
Outsiders,
Interpol,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monks,
Terry Callier,
La Düsseldorf,
The Raincoats,
The Searchers,
Radio Birdman,
Kurtis Blow,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vainqueur,
David Bowie,
Sister Nancy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Darondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Excepter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rekid,
Crime,
Symarip,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter and Kerry,
John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Royal Trux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Saccharine Trust,
The Kinks,
The Litter,
Sound Behaviour,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Selecter,
World's Most,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kenny Larkin,
Eurythmics,
Cameo,
Angry Samoans,
The Monochrome Set,
John Lydon,
Clear Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultra Naté,
Henry Cow,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.