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 Albania and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alarm Clocks to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Beau Brummels,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick May,
The Misunderstood,
The Tremeloes,
the Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camberwell Now,
Pussy Galore,
Visage,
Funkadelic,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Görl,
New Age Steppers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cluster,
Sight & Sound,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Groovy Waters,
The Young Rascals,
Radiohead,
B.T. Express,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Fad Gadget,
The Black Dice,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MC5,
Excepter,
Cal Tjader,
The Kinks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spandau Ballet,
Chrome,
Hardrive,
Adolescents,
Slick Rick,
China Crisis,
E-Dancer,
Banda Bassotti,
Stetsasonic,
The Motions,
Bobby Sherman,
The Names,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mummies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joey Negro,
The Grass Roots,
Unwound,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young,
Althea and Donna,
Echospace,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.