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 Montenegro and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 New Order to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Copeland,
Nils Olav,
DNA,
The Mojo Men,
Lungfish,
Jawbox,
F. McDonald,
Fela Kuti,
The Stooges,
Inner City,
Iggy Pop,
Althea and Donna,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare,
Absolute Body Control,
Mary Jane Girls,
Patti Smith,
Vainqueur,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slits,
Panda Bear,
Crime,
Youth Brigade,
Half Japanese,
Brass Construction,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joyce Sims,
Man Parrish,
Oneida,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Görl,
Circle Jerks,
Second Layer,
Boredoms,
The Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Hood,
The Invisible,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Infiniti,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Kaleidoscope,
Erykah Badu,
Deakin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fuzztones,
The Music Machine,
The Martian,
David Axelrod,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.