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 Cyprus and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Jandek to the dance 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Halsall,
June Days,
Bobby Sherman,
Minor Threat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Donald Byrd,
ABBA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
Masters at Work,
Yusef Lateef,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Davy DMX,
MDC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bizarre Inc.,
Charles Mingus,
Fela Kuti,
Y Pants,
Easy Going,
Marc Almond,
Mandrill,
The Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Evens,
The Barracudas,
cv313,
Camberwell Now,
Barclay James Harvest,
The American Breed,
John Lydon,
Susan Cadogan,
Arthur Verocai,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brass Construction,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang On A Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Hardrive,
Joe Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Loose Ends,
Whodini,
Audionom,
Jacques Brel,
Nas,
Liliput,
Outsiders,
Erasure,
Fatback Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Tremeloes,
Peter and Kerry,
Heaven 17,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.