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 Indonesia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 DJ Sneak 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MC5,
Ornette Coleman,
Cymande,
The Move,
Soulsonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Busters,
Radio Birdman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Newcleus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flipper,
Nas,
Grauzone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Little Man,
Drexciya,
The Dead C,
Infiniti,
Goldenarms,
Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hardrive,
The Fall,
The New Christs,
Dead Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eddi Front,
H. Thieme,
Steve Hackett,
The Gun Club,
Brass Construction,
The Buckinghams,
Babytalk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lower 48,
Sight & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crash Course in Science,
The Durutti Column,
Moebius,
The Misunderstood,
The Smoke,
John Holt,
Kas Product,
Metal Thangz,
The Birthday Party,
Television Personalities,
Wire,
Swans,
Wings,
Yellowson,
Lou Christie,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Enemy,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.