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 Liberia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 The Evens to the disco 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Negative Approach,
The Beau Brummels,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy Collins,
Yazoo,
The Skatalites,
Mo-Dettes,
PIL,
JFA,
Aswad,
Japan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monolake,
Basic Channel,
Absolute Body Control,
Connie Case,
Alphaville,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hardrive,
Second Layer,
Sarah Menescal,
Suicide,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pulsallama,
LL Cool J,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry's Kids,
Joy Division,
Spoonie Gee,
Fad Gadget,
Jawbox,
The Associates,
June Days,
Symarip,
Oblivians,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Little Man,
Radio Birdman,
Altered Images,
Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Last Poets,
Minor Threat,
Soulsonic Force,
Eddi Front,
Faust,
Bauhaus,
Grauzone,
Graham Central Station,
The Standells,
Dave Gahan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cal Tjader,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.