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 Papua New Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Fat Boys to the rock 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q65,
The Martian,
MC5,
Alton Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
The Golliwogs,
Talk Talk,
The Motions,
Henry Cow,
The Monochrome Set,
World's Most,
Moss Icon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Names,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flipper,
the Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Sarah Menescal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-Ray Spex,
Warren Ellis,
The Move,
Whodini,
The Skatalites,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonic Youth,
Rites of Spring,
The Birthday Party,
Soul II Soul,
Fat Boys,
Delta 5,
Scratch Acid,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Victims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Piero Umiliani,
The Leaves,
The Five Americans,
Pantaleimon,
The Offenders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fortunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shuggie Otis,
the Normal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Red Krayola,
Kaleidoscope,
Adolescents,
Wings,
Khruangbin,
Glambeats Corp.,
K-Klass,
Pere Ubu,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.