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 Germany and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Darondo to the crunk 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Idris Muhammad,
Circle Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
KRS-One,
The Modern Lovers,
Kas Product,
Siglo XX,
Duran Duran,
The Grass Roots,
Stiv Bators,
Davy DMX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bronski Beat,
June Days,
The Knickerbockers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sparks,
The Fall,
Pylon,
Black Pus,
The Motions,
Roxy Music,
The Young Rascals,
Lee Hazlewood,
Audionom,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sällskapet,
Agitation Free,
ABBA,
Darondo,
The Sound,
PIL,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Prince Buster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Procol Harum,
AZ,
Heaven 17,
OOIOO,
Hot Snakes,
John Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arcadia,
Yellowson,
The Saints,
The Dirtbombs,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Byrd,
The Associates,
Pussy Galore,
the Sonics,
Massinfluence,
Underground Resistance,
Khruangbin,
Iggy Pop,
Dark Day,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.