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 Tonga and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Holger Czukay 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 Fall to the rock 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lower 48,
Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Audionom,
The Saints,
World's Most,
The Gun Club,
Blake Baxter,
Pylon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Youth Brigade,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Normal,
Whodini,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mojo Men,
Davy DMX,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Buckinghams,
Mission of Burma,
The Toasters,
Faraquet,
Kaleidoscope,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Bourne,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moody Blues,
Fluxion,
Mr. Review,
Porter Ricks,
Franke,
Tim Buckley,
Swell Maps,
Al Stewart,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Copeland,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monochrome Set,
Minutemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Oblivians,
Arthur Verocai,
Rites of Spring,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Malaria!,
The Selecter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glenn Branca,
Barry Ungar,
10cc,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dead Boys,
Ultra Naté,
The Wake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mars,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.