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 Iraq and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Neon Judgement to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Outsiders,
Lindisfarne,
Scion,
The Leaves,
Neil Young,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Livin' Joy,
Cheater Slicks,
Underground Resistance,
Kerri Chandler,
Grey Daturas,
Agent Orange,
The Index,
Camouflage,
Althea and Donna,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
Drexciya,
Vladislav Delay,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Talk Talk,
the Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Excepter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mantronix,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare,
World's Most,
Hoover,
Dave Gahan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ice-T,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Khruangbin,
John Foxx,
Depeche Mode,
Scan 7,
Cluster,
Don Cherry,
Newcleus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monks,
Soft Cell,
This Heat,
the Association,
Brass Construction,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pole,
H. Thieme,
The Music Machine,
Blancmange,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.