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 Austria and from Tehran.
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 Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The United States of America to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '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 Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Style,
The Gories,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pole,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun City Girls,
PIL,
Shoche,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scratch Acid,
The Busters,
Bronski Beat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Schoolly D,
B.T. Express,
Outsiders,
Television Personalities,
Bush Tetras,
Don Cherry,
Aural Exciters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Junior Murvin,
Easy Going,
Sugar Minott,
Minutemen,
Wings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Youth Brigade,
The Velvet Underground,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Theoretical Girls,
Loose Ends,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mars,
Model 500,
Massinfluence,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Christie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Iggy Pop,
Arab on Radar,
Flipper,
a-ha,
The Golliwogs,
Saccharine Trust,
R.M.O.,
Joyce Sims,
Sight & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Das Ding,
Dual Sessions,
Ronan,
U.S. Maple,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.