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 Ghana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thompson Twins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Franke,
AZ,
The Stooges,
Scratch Acid,
Junior Murvin,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barbara Tucker,
Cybotron,
Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Erykah Badu,
Magma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cheater Slicks,
Grauzone,
Ronnie Foster,
Crooked Eye,
Alison Limerick,
Eden Ahbez,
Sarah Menescal,
The New Christs,
U.S. Maple,
Thompson Twins,
Leonard Cohen,
Youth Brigade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
PIL,
Rufus Thomas,
Barrington Levy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visage,
The Victims,
Buzzcocks,
Nas,
The Martian,
Dawn Penn,
John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Trojans,
Jandek,
Bobby Womack,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tears for Fears,
Depeche Mode,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Byron Stingily,
The Cowsills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxette,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Sandy B,
Sex Pistols,
Scientists,
The Move,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Organ,
Archie Shepp,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.