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 Turkmenistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Matthew Bourne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moody Blues,
8 Eyed Spy,
EPMD,
Organ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jandek,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick May,
The Litter,
Ponytail,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris & Cosey,
Leonard Cohen,
Tom Boy,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed,
Rod Modell,
Quadrant,
Pagans,
Lalann,
Average White Band,
Circle Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Associates,
Maurizio,
The Happenings,
The Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
ABBA,
Gichy Dan,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Leaves,
Subhumans,
Juan Atkins,
Duran Duran,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ice-T,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mars,
Lucky Dragons,
Dennis Brown,
Ten City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suburban Knight,
Skaos,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Henry Cow,
Jerry's Kids,
Harmonia,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.