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 Uganda and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare 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 T.S.O.L. to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Fugazi,
X-102,
Kerri Chandler,
Porter Ricks,
The Smoke,
The Vogues,
D'Angelo,
Icehouse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slick Rick,
Magazine,
Spandau Ballet,
Stereo Dub,
ABC,
Sparks,
Cameo,
Lindisfarne,
Country Teasers,
Essential Logic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Altered Images,
The Smiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Piero Umiliani,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Clarke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Connie Case,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magma,
Au Pairs,
Bill Wells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra,
Animal Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thee Headcoats,
Camberwell Now,
Dark Day,
The Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q and Not U,
The Black Dice,
Malaria!,
Graham Central Station,
Deepchord,
Excepter,
The Modern Lovers,
Depeche Mode,
Khruangbin,
Eddi Front,
Idris Muhammad,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Loose Ends,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.