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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rock 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Fat Boys,
Babytalk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Intrusion,
Arthur Verocai,
Panda Bear,
Hardrive,
Bill Wells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
cv313,
Easy Going,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pole,
Thee Headcoats,
Basic Channel,
Jacques Brel,
Camberwell Now,
A Certain Ratio,
Fear,
John Foxx,
Slave,
Average White Band,
Q and Not U,
One Last Wish,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Fraelich,
The Victims,
New Order,
Cal Tjader,
Lungfish,
Slick Rick,
Audionom,
The Slits,
Ossler,
Camouflage,
Inner City,
The Busters,
The Remains,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Popol Vuh,
The Mojo Men,
Whodini,
Prince Buster,
Oneida,
Yazoo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harmonia,
Faraquet,
Derrick May,
Howard Jones,
EPMD,
Monks,
The Misunderstood,
Nico,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronan,
The Five Americans,
Graham Central Station,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.