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 Czech Republic and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Thompson Twins to the techno 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex 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?
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marcia Griffiths,
Subhumans,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers,
Public Enemy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mummies,
Ken Boothe,
Theoretical Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeru the Damaja,
Junior Murvin,
Wire,
Model 500,
Pantaleimon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alice Coltrane,
Chrome,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minnie Riperton,
Minny Pops,
Graham Central Station,
Sound Behaviour,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soulsonic Force,
Audionom,
Section 25,
Scratch Acid,
R.M.O.,
Skaos,
Piero Umiliani,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q and Not U,
Ludus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nirvana,
Brick,
The Five Americans,
Crime,
Buzzcocks,
Underground Resistance,
Thee Headcoats,
Severed Heads,
Black Pus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Albert Ayler,
Minutemen,
Gang Starr,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David McCallum,
Panda Bear,
Hoover,
Agitation Free,
Clear Light,
Morten Harket,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.