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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 The Neon Judgement to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Jacob Miller,
the Association,
cv313,
Laurel Aitken,
EPMD,
Mantronix,
Stetsasonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
L. Decosne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fall,
Camberwell Now,
The Doors,
Brothers Johnson,
The Divine Comedy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Holt,
Nik Kershaw,
Amazonics,
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas,
Unrelated Segments,
X-101,
Bill Near,
Bluetip,
The J.B.'s,
Lindisfarne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Altered Images,
The Count Five,
Radiohead,
Jerry's Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quando Quango,
Michelle Simonal,
Gabor Szabo,
48th St. Collective,
Fear,
Janne Schatter,
Susan Cadogan,
Rotary Connection,
China Crisis,
Dave Gahan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mandrill,
Shoche,
Agent Orange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
KRS-One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Finger,
Reagan Youth,
The Standells,
Alton Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
The Five Americans,
Magma,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.