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 Italy and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Country Teasers to the grime 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cowsills,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marcia Griffiths,
48th St. Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dennis Brown,
Yusef Lateef,
Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Althea and Donna,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unwound,
The Associates,
Bill Near,
Livin' Joy,
Dave Gahan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pussy Galore,
The Count Five,
Sällskapet,
Khruangbin,
The Selecter,
The Five Americans,
Nik Kershaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mandrill,
Carl Craig,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Second Layer,
Bobby Womack,
the Association,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Move,
The Beau Brummels,
Intrusion,
The Saints,
Marmalade,
Gang Starr,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Half Japanese,
Drexciya,
Henry Cow,
Derrick Morgan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fugazi,
K-Klass,
Hashim,
Mantronix,
Radiopuhelimet,
These Immortal Souls,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.