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 Kyrgyzstan and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Smog to the rap 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Modern Lovers,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Hood,
Mars,
Minor Threat,
Harmonia,
Stereo Dub,
The Barracudas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Max Romeo,
Black Bananas,
The Victims,
Derrick May,
Television Personalities,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heaven 17,
LL Cool J,
Delta 5,
Youth Brigade,
Sun City Girls,
The Star Department,
Jacob Miller,
The Last Poets,
Country Teasers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kurtis Blow,
Scan 7,
Goldenarms,
Arab on Radar,
Howard Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry's Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacques Brel,
Hashim,
Darondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Rundgren,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ossler,
Sister Nancy,
Groovy Waters,
Godley & Creme,
Rosa Yemen,
Hot Snakes,
The Vogues,
Peter and Kerry,
Jandek,
X-Ray Spex,
Eden Ahbez,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Byrd,
Eurythmics,
Drexciya,
The Zeros,
Deepchord,
Sam Rivers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tears for Fears,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.