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 Mauritius and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
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 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 Mary Jane Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
T.S.O.L.,
Danielle Patucci,
Yellowson,
Vladislav Delay,
Lucky Dragons,
Mo-Dettes,
Nik Kershaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Supertramp,
The Star Department,
Bizarre Inc.,
CMW,
Organ,
Inner City,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Copeland,
F. McDonald,
Wire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Walker Brothers,
Yazoo,
Cecil Taylor,
Letta Mbulu,
Byron Stingily,
OOIOO,
Deakin,
John Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
The Leaves,
Jerry's Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blues Magoos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Green,
Jawbox,
Au Pairs,
Scientists,
The United States of America,
MDC,
John Lydon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Enemy,
Quando Quango,
Boredoms,
Wally Richardson,
Leonard Cohen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Subhumans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Newcleus,
Boz Scaggs,
Can,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare,
Scion,
The Victims,
The Birthday Party,
Zapp,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.