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 Colombia and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lyres to the punk 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Fela Kuti,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Red Krayola,
Ice-T,
Smog,
Au Pairs,
Monolake,
Letta Mbulu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Patti Smith,
The Fugs,
Erasure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-102,
Urselle,
Mandrill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fear,
Aural Exciters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Schoolly D,
Whodini,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
K-Klass,
Hardrive,
The Human League,
Hot Snakes,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fatback Band,
DJ Sneak,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crime,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rufus Thomas,
T. Rex,
Deepchord,
Spoonie Gee,
John Cale,
Icehouse,
New Order,
Cal Tjader,
Glambeats Corp.,
Easy Going,
PIL,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang of Four,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lightning Bolt,
Brass Construction,
Jawbox,
New York Dolls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxette,
The Saints,
Pulsallama,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.