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 Angola and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Lightning Bolt,
Nas,
These Immortal Souls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Juan Atkins,
Model 500,
Babytalk,
The Misunderstood,
The Gun Club,
The Selecter,
The Five Americans,
Technova,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Main Source,
Maurizio,
The Monochrome Set,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Victims,
Pagans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Deadbeat,
Sandy B,
Grey Daturas,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
The Busters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Max Romeo,
Fela Kuti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Colin Newman,
Wings,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Make Up,
Girls At Our Best!,
Schoolly D,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Section 25,
Skriet,
Brick,
Public Enemy,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The United States of America,
Deepchord,
The Gap Band,
Toni Rubio,
The Smiths,
ABC,
New York Dolls,
Ten City,
Connie Case,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.