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 Qatar and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ken Boothe to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Swans,
Parry Music,
Sixth Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronnie Foster,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Saints,
Country Teasers,
Yaz,
Funkadelic,
Roger Hodgson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Judy Mowatt,
AZ,
Howard Jones,
The Residents,
Matthew Bourne,
Agitation Free,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monochrome Set,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Invisible,
The Star Department,
X-Ray Spex,
Khruangbin,
Audionom,
Drexciya,
Man Parrish,
Skriet,
Derrick May,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
K-Klass,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Normal,
Kas Product,
Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Anakelly,
Cybotron,
Prince Buster,
Mandrill,
The Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Terry,
Panda Bear,
Slick Rick,
Bang On A Can,
Severed Heads,
Procol Harum,
Ultra Naté,
New Age Steppers,
The Index,
EPMD,
Mars,
The Zeros,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.