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 South Sudan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Thompson Twins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Kerri Chandler,
The Techniques,
Average White Band,
Funkadelic,
Robert Hood,
Rosa Yemen,
Angry Samoans,
MDC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lucky Dragons,
The Five Americans,
Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Alison Limerick,
The Residents,
EPMD,
The Tremeloes,
Wally Richardson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Underground Resistance,
Magma,
Q and Not U,
Ornette Coleman,
Faust,
Loose Ends,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
PIL,
E-Dancer,
Lightning Bolt,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Zapp,
Guru Guru,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tom Boy,
Fluxion,
The Slits,
Slave,
Albert Ayler,
Theoretical Girls,
Rekid,
Glenn Branca,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lakeside,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Groovy Waters,
Erykah Badu,
Stereo Dub,
LL Cool J,
Soul II Soul,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eve St. Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terry Callier,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agent Orange,
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.