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 Liberia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Camberwell Now to the electroclash 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalann,
H. Thieme,
Kas Product,
The Smoke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Intrusion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q65,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Don Cherry,
Bronski Beat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Lynne,
Sparks,
the Slits,
The Standells,
Warsaw,
Mandrill,
The Gories,
AZ,
The Wake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
F. McDonald,
The Searchers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick May,
Eddi Front,
Pantaleimon,
Camberwell Now,
Minny Pops,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Das Ding,
Scrapy,
Alton Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hoover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang of Four,
Anakelly,
Jandek,
Country Teasers,
Soul II Soul,
Lakeside,
Carl Craig,
Pantytec,
The Alarm Clocks,
kango's stein massive,
Rotary Connection,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pop Group,
Bluetip,
Goldenarms,
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.