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 Suriname and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the disco 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Silicon Teens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gong,
Andrew Hill,
Porter Ricks,
EPMD,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stereo Dub,
Radiohead,
Visage,
Gabor Szabo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Martian,
Tears for Fears,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pussy Galore,
The J.B.'s,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reagan Youth,
Main Source,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Halsall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blake Baxter,
The Invisible,
Brass Construction,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blancmange,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young,
Skaos,
Harmonia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hardrive,
The Searchers,
Sonic Youth,
The Index,
Echospace,
Nico,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bluetip,
Oblivians,
Warsaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-101,
Rapeman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minor Threat,
Cecil Taylor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Organ,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.