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 Finland and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grime 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick May,
JFA,
John Lydon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Copeland,
Surgeon,
Parry Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tommy Roe,
Grey Daturas,
Jacob Miller,
Hashim,
X-101,
The Real Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
David McCallum,
Grauzone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lower 48,
Heaven 17,
Mark Hollis,
MC5,
Dave Gahan,
R.M.O.,
The Leaves,
Anthony Braxton,
Camberwell Now,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faraquet,
Max Romeo,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang On A Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New York Dolls,
Q65,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Godley & Creme,
Adolescents,
Cybotron,
The Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donald Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blackbyrds,
Glambeats Corp.,
The American Breed,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Rites of Spring,
The Trojans,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.