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 Kosovo and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angels of Light to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
This Heat,
Davy DMX,
Joensuu 1685,
Swell Maps,
Wasted Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra,
Loose Ends,
Excepter,
Josef K,
Bronski Beat,
Wally Richardson,
Scan 7,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hoover,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fortunes,
Fear,
X-Ray Spex,
Suicide,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fuzztones,
Black Flag,
Marc Almond,
James White and The Blacks,
Grauzone,
Angry Samoans,
Man Eating Sloth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Das Ding,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Order,
The Dirtbombs,
Scrapy,
New Age Steppers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deakin,
Erasure,
Ice-T,
Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
T.S.O.L.,
ABBA,
Ronan,
Tommy Roe,
Roxette,
The Slackers,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.