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 the UAE and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pulsallama to the grime 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Five Americans,
Organ,
Yazoo,
The Fall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Green,
X-102,
Reuben Wilson,
The United States of America,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slackers,
Groovy Waters,
The Stooges,
DJ Style,
Wings,
Agitation Free,
Letta Mbulu,
Los Fastidios,
Sonic Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Technova,
Livin' Joy,
Deepchord,
Barbara Tucker,
L. Decosne,
Nas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June of 44,
Bad Manners,
Crime,
Young Marble Giants,
The Standells,
X-Ray Spex,
Panda Bear,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Clarke,
E-Dancer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Audionom,
Guru Guru,
Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Newcleus,
Dead Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Royal Trux,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.