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 Kenya and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pierre Henry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Sarah Menescal,
Fugazi,
Nils Olav,
X-101,
Schoolly D,
The Searchers,
Soft Machine,
Main Source,
Circle Jerks,
The Trojans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultra Naté,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Erykah Badu,
The Five Americans,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Star Department,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brick,
Groovy Waters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lakeside,
Interpol,
Soulsonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Teasers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Trumans Water,
The Vogues,
10cc,
The Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Tremeloes,
Iggy Pop,
Depeche Mode,
the Normal,
The Fortunes,
Terry Callier,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Womack,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Görl,
Ornette Coleman,
The New Christs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.