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 Indonesia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Adolescents to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Scott Walker,
Sällskapet,
One Last Wish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cowsills,
R.M.O.,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Malaria!,
KRS-One,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Finger,
Hoover,
Prince Buster,
Pere Ubu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Enemy,
Todd Rundgren,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blake Baxter,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gories,
Excepter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jawbox,
Minutemen,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Almond,
Warren Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
Supertramp,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Green,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
Talk Talk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Negative Approach,
The Residents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Bananas,
ABC,
Slave,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash,
Janne Schatter,
Yusef Lateef,
MC5,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.