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 Uruguay and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Scan 7 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents 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?
kango's stein massive,
Minutemen,
The Barracudas,
Agent Orange,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Association,
Idris Muhammad,
The American Breed,
Traffic Nightmare,
World's Most,
Shuggie Otis,
Piero Umiliani,
The Count Five,
June of 44,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T. Rex,
Livin' Joy,
James White and The Blacks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Connie Case,
Joensuu 1685,
One Last Wish,
Hardrive,
Peter and Kerry,
The Golliwogs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soulsonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ken Boothe,
Peter & Gordon,
Michelle Simonal,
Franke,
The Motions,
Radiohead,
Fatback Band,
Smog,
Pole,
Mo-Dettes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hot Snakes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Style,
Marine Girls,
Panda Bear,
Subhumans,
Toni Rubio,
Index,
Davy DMX,
Morten Harket,
Scientists,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visage,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Shoche,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.