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 Malawi and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 Marvin Gaye to the electroclash 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Count Five,
New Age Steppers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moss Icon,
Oblivians,
Wire,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris Corsano,
Lungfish,
Sister Nancy,
Popol Vuh,
The Sonics,
Cymande,
Angry Samoans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Red Krayola,
The Doobie Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Arthur Verocai,
Stiv Bators,
The Birthday Party,
The Smoke,
Lindisfarne,
Mandrill,
Warsaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry's Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
X-101,
Easy Going,
Nick Fraelich,
H. Thieme,
Pussy Galore,
Animal Collective,
Panda Bear,
The Trojans,
Loose Ends,
The Divine Comedy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monochrome Set,
David McCallum,
Vainqueur,
Hoover,
Dave Gahan,
the Sonics,
Skriet,
Yusef Lateef,
Josef K,
Reuben Wilson,
Monolake,
Massinfluence,
Liliput,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Starr,
Yazoo,
Tim Buckley,
Darondo,
Don Cherry,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.