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 Netherlands and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Invisible to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Popol Vuh,
Talk Talk,
Lower 48,
Gong,
Faraquet,
the Association,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
the Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mandrill,
The Fuzztones,
Ponytail,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Severed Heads,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Freddie Wadling,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Starr,
Oblivians,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sight & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
T.S.O.L.,
The Music Machine,
Connie Case,
DNA,
Joy Division,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul II Soul,
The Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlback,
Toni Rubio,
The Gap Band,
Clear Light,
Gang of Four,
Danielle Patucci,
Cameo,
Surgeon,
Dual Sessions,
UT,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Five Americans,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Kurtis Blow,
June of 44,
The Cowsills,
Fluxion,
Skarface,
Agitation Free,
The Mummies,
Bauhaus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.