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 Russia and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Eric Copeland 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Hood,
Aural Exciters,
Darondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warsaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suicide,
The Fortunes,
Subhumans,
Soulsonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Suburban Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Fraelich,
Hasil Adkins,
Junior Murvin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q65,
The Monochrome Set,
The Detroit Cobras,
These Immortal Souls,
Morten Harket,
New Order,
Drive Like Jehu,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Sneak,
Barry Ungar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fatback Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
H. Thieme,
Tears for Fears,
cv313,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Bowie,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quadrant,
The United States of America,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monks,
Stetsasonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Leaves,
Quando Quango,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fear,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.