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 Grenada and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Khruangbin to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick May,
Toni Rubio,
Banda Bassotti,
Radio Birdman,
The Divine Comedy,
Tim Buckley,
Peter & Gordon,
Magazine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Essential Logic,
Sarah Menescal,
Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Infiniti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Buzzcocks,
The Count Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Human League,
the Germs,
Prince Buster,
Erasure,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Hill,
Bush Tetras,
Second Layer,
The Associates,
Flipper,
FM Einheit,
the Bar-Kays,
Funkadelic,
Dave Gahan,
Circle Jerks,
The Dead C,
Cheater Slicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moebius,
Black Flag,
Nirvana,
a-ha,
Shuggie Otis,
Laurel Aitken,
Jandek,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Finger,
Metal Thangz,
Susan Cadogan,
Liliput,
Deakin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Starr,
Average White Band,
Agent Orange,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boredoms,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.