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 Belarus and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Joe Smooth to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Porter Ricks,
Ponytail,
Siglo XX,
Kas Product,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ken Boothe,
Sex Pistols,
Essential Logic,
Skarface,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Halsall,
L. Decosne,
Archie Shepp,
The Black Dice,
Max Romeo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Index,
Khruangbin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joyce Sims,
Angry Samoans,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythm & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Masters at Work,
Brass Construction,
Chris & Cosey,
Wolf Eyes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yaz,
Scott Walker,
Neu!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Loose Ends,
The Modern Lovers,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oblivians,
Aloha Tigers,
Quantec,
Charles Mingus,
Erasure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Outsiders,
Procol Harum,
The Cramps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Sneak,
The Velvet Underground,
Mantronix,
Nico,
Heaven 17,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stetsasonic,
Joensuu 1685,
Television,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.