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 Portugal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joensuu 1685 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Lydon,
Anakelly,
Gabor Szabo,
Pagans,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Copeland,
Youth Brigade,
The Residents,
JFA,
U.S. Maple,
Altered Images,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doors,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Main Source,
Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Colin Newman,
Oneida,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Young Rascals,
Liliput,
The Slits,
The Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maleditus Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
EPMD,
Sonic Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Godley & Creme,
Pole,
Bobby Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joey Negro,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kenny Larkin,
Patti Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Hill,
Visage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronan,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.