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 Austria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Scratch Acid to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cybotron,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T.S.O.L.,
James White and The Blacks,
Duran Duran,
Buzzcocks,
Steve Hackett,
Half Japanese,
Ultimate Spinach,
kango's stein massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Barracudas,
The Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arthur Verocai,
Ten City,
Ohio Players,
Delon & Dalcan,
China Crisis,
This Heat,
Arab on Radar,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Chrome,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gun Club,
Rapeman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Camberwell Now,
The Trojans,
Q and Not U,
Das Ding,
Matthew Bourne,
Los Fastidios,
Don Cherry,
Zapp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Organ,
FM Einheit,
The Slackers,
The Smiths,
Jandek,
Wings,
48th St. Collective,
Radiohead,
Subhumans,
Parry Music,
Fugazi,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.