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 Zimbabwe and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sugar Minott to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Osbourne,
Symarip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonny Sharrock,
Khruangbin,
The Wake,
Zero Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Pagans,
Amazonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Mo-Dettes,
Parry Music,
Quando Quango,
LL Cool J,
Dual Sessions,
Kurtis Blow,
Q and Not U,
Spandau Ballet,
ABBA,
The Saints,
Howard Jones,
The Busters,
The Velvet Underground,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultra Naté,
Fat Boys,
Crime,
Stereo Dub,
Pole,
Slick Rick,
the Slits,
Sonic Youth,
Carl Craig,
Bush Tetras,
The J.B.'s,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
X-102,
Deakin,
Wasted Youth,
The Dead C,
R.M.O.,
Babytalk,
Half Japanese,
Section 25,
Das Ding,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wally Richardson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ludus,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiohead,
Pussy Galore,
Lindisfarne,
Erasure,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.