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 Mauritania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Excepter,
These Immortal Souls,
Rotary Connection,
Quando Quango,
Donald Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Vladislav Delay,
Fela Kuti,
The Angels of Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cal Tjader,
Gang of Four,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Swans,
Hoover,
Throbbing Gristle,
Royal Trux,
The Pop Group,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Depeche Mode,
Grauzone,
Tommy Roe,
One Last Wish,
Gong,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Icehouse,
The Beau Brummels,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Golliwogs,
Easy Going,
Kenny Larkin,
Lyres,
Isaac Hayes,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy Collins,
Half Japanese,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stereo Dub,
David Bowie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tom Boy,
Little Man,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Clarke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shoche,
Byron Stingily,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Main Source,
OOIOO,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick Morgan,
Scion,
LL Cool J,
Buzzcocks,
Pussy Galore,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.