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 Bhutan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
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 theremin 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 PIL to the jazz 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Hasil Adkins,
Technova,
Todd Rundgren,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yellowson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Second Layer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Von Mondo,
Country Teasers,
Gastr Del Sol,
D'Angelo,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra,
Wally Richardson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Smooth,
The Mummies,
Masters at Work,
Arcadia,
Suicide,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sound Behaviour,
Pet Shop Boys,
Guru Guru,
Visage,
Eric B and Rakim,
David McCallum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thompson Twins,
Soul II Soul,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Maleditus Sound,
Flipper,
Newcleus,
Zapp,
The Martian,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television,
The Last Poets,
Aaron Thompson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Massinfluence,
In Retrospect,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Supertramp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Intrusion,
Boz Scaggs,
Junior Murvin,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.