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 Jamaica and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the punk 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Eurythmics,
Swell Maps,
The Moody Blues,
Malaria!,
the Normal,
the Association,
Chrome,
Negative Approach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Connie Case,
Bush Tetras,
Yaz,
Albert Ayler,
Crash Course in Science,
Marmalade,
John Foxx,
Soulsonic Force,
Faust,
Kayak,
U.S. Maple,
Surgeon,
H. Thieme,
Eli Mardock,
Scientists,
Rufus Thomas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Motorama,
Bang On A Can,
Grey Daturas,
Minutemen,
Buzzcocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yusef Lateef,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Essential Logic,
Minny Pops,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Theoretical Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arab on Radar,
Althea and Donna,
Soul II Soul,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joy Division,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mad Mike,
Crime,
Goldenarms,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brand Nubian,
Popol Vuh,
Black Bananas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Pus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mummies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.