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 Benin and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the techno 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Names,
The Sound,
Grauzone,
Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minor Threat,
DJ Style,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Enemy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mummies,
Hashim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Almond,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
The Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
JFA,
Wasted Youth,
Urselle,
Lalann,
Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cameo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
The Golliwogs,
Ludus,
Spoonie Gee,
Underground Resistance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Los Fastidios,
Malaria!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minny Pops,
Isaac Hayes,
Sandy B,
The Sonics,
Das Ding,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Victims,
Agitation Free,
Icehouse,
Shuggie Otis,
Moss Icon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glenn Branca,
The Knickerbockers,
David McCallum,
Susan Cadogan,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick Morgan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Babytalk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tears for Fears,
the Normal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.