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 Costa Rica and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 L. Decosne 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Underground Resistance,
Ken Boothe,
E-Dancer,
The Tremeloes,
Scrapy,
LL Cool J,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Fraelich,
Blake Baxter,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slave,
Oblivians,
Funkadelic,
Pole,
Scratch Acid,
Guru Guru,
Crime,
DJ Sneak,
Young Marble Giants,
Grauzone,
a-ha,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Move,
Dave Gahan,
Sällskapet,
The Divine Comedy,
Anthony Braxton,
Mission of Burma,
the Human League,
The Associates,
Sonic Youth,
The Dead C,
Andrew Hill,
These Immortal Souls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Residents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Duran Duran,
New Order,
Jimmy McGriff,
June of 44,
Pantaleimon,
Qualms,
Juan Atkins,
The United States of America,
Judy Mowatt,
Mantronix,
Brand Nubian,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Mandrill,
Arcadia,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Wyatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.