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 Gambia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Jawbox to the funk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Duran Duran,
Dark Day,
Boredoms,
the Normal,
New York Dolls,
The Barracudas,
The Victims,
Anthony Braxton,
Grey Daturas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wasted Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eddi Front,
Aaron Thompson,
New Age Steppers,
Juan Atkins,
Rapeman,
The Fall,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
K-Klass,
the Bar-Kays,
Harmonia,
Mantronix,
Bang On A Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heaven 17,
Scan 7,
The Young Rascals,
Loose Ends,
Angry Samoans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radio Birdman,
Lalann,
Half Japanese,
The American Breed,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pylon,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Bananas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glenn Branca,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Rundgren,
Negative Approach,
Tom Boy,
John Lydon,
Pagans,
Morten Harket,
Quadrant,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eden Ahbez,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.