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 East Timor and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 The Red Krayola to the jazz 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Nico,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
PIL,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Josef K,
Smog,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Velvet Underground,
Camouflage,
ABC,
Heaven 17,
Technova,
The Buckinghams,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
Eurythmics,
Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantaleimon,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Music Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Sugar Minott,
Das Ding,
The Five Americans,
James White and The Blacks,
the Normal,
Crime,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Marvin Gaye,
Yellowson,
Scrapy,
Malaria!,
Bill Wells,
Can,
Royal Trux,
Eric Copeland,
ABBA,
Clear Light,
Harmonia,
Morten Harket,
Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Popol Vuh,
Fear,
Funky Four + One,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Human League,
Gang Starr,
The Fall,
Hashim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.