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 Dominica and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jerry's Kids to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantaleimon,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wire,
a-ha,
Al Stewart,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Teasers,
T.S.O.L.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lungfish,
Carl Craig,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mojo Men,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fortunes,
Khruangbin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cymande,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faraquet,
Wasted Youth,
PIL,
U.S. Maple,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Livin' Joy,
Nik Kershaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
Second Layer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minor Threat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rekid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Bourne,
Unwound,
Popol Vuh,
Warsaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Music Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Bad Manners,
Marmalade,
Barry Ungar,
Loose Ends,
Rotary Connection,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Hood,
Audionom,
Procol Harum,
Funkadelic,
Gichy Dan,
Sarah Menescal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Y Pants,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.