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 India and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Sam Rivers to the rock 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Roxette,
L. Decosne,
The Stooges,
The Cure,
EPMD,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funky Four + One,
the Association,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra,
David McCallum,
Rosa Yemen,
U.S. Maple,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Near,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hoover,
Motorama,
The Five Americans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fortunes,
The Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dead Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Invisible,
Drive Like Jehu,
48th St. Collective,
The Last Poets,
Warren Ellis,
Flipper,
Liliput,
Dark Day,
Danielle Patucci,
John Lydon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blossom Toes,
Minny Pops,
Sex Pistols,
Moss Icon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eve St. Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ice-T,
John Holt,
Porter Ricks,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.