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 Nigeria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Gastr Del Sol to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mojo Men,
Danielle Patucci,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flash Fearless,
Aaron Thompson,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
H. Thieme,
Yellowson,
Black Bananas,
D'Angelo,
Ossler,
the Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Popol Vuh,
Hot Snakes,
Sixth Finger,
Funkadelic,
Barrington Levy,
Massinfluence,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Sheep,
Nils Olav,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oneida,
Mission of Burma,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gun Club,
The Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Fad Gadget,
Accadde A,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scan 7,
Cameo,
Marmalade,
Tres Demented,
Schoolly D,
Sight & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Bluetip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Association,
June of 44,
The Litter,
Lindisfarne,
the Swans,
Qualms,
Slave,
Supertramp,
Sarah Menescal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slits,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.