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 Chad and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Trojans to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Niagra,
Lou Christie,
Scrapy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shoche,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Holt,
Delta 5,
Soul Sonic Force,
Make Up,
Lalann,
L. Decosne,
Eve St. Jones,
JFA,
Bill Wells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Max Romeo,
Minor Threat,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Womack,
Judy Mowatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Aaron Thompson,
DNA,
Erykah Badu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Green,
Deepchord,
Moebius,
The Star Department,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Young Rascals,
Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The Count Five,
The Durutti Column,
The Martian,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare,
China Crisis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantytec,
Piero Umiliani,
The Victims,
Crash Course in Science,
Isaac Hayes,
The Happenings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Eurythmics,
Quadrant,
Agitation Free,
Funky Four + One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jandek,
June of 44,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Motorama,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.