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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Eve St. Jones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Grey Daturas,
Kayak,
Arcadia,
Skarface,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang of Four,
Animal Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shuggie Otis,
Ice-T,
The Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
Smog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Easy Going,
48th St. Collective,
The Litter,
Deakin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-101,
Quadrant,
Blossom Toes,
Aural Exciters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moleskins,
Janne Schatter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Parry Music,
Angry Samoans,
Anakelly,
Boredoms,
Black Moon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television,
Organ,
cv313,
Cameo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Durutti Column,
The New Christs,
Wally Richardson,
The Monochrome Set,
Delon & Dalcan,
Goldenarms,
Cal Tjader,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Trumans Water,
Symarip,
The Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Black Dice,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minny Pops,
Oneida,
Au Pairs,
Graham Central Station,
Lindisfarne,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.