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 Pakistan and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Eric Copeland to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Hashim,
Hoover,
Shuggie Otis,
Warren Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Nils Olav,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nik Kershaw,
Second Layer,
Lungfish,
Qualms,
Cheater Slicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Hill,
Roxy Music,
Malaria!,
China Crisis,
Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pulsallama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sam Rivers,
John Lydon,
The J.B.'s,
Toni Rubio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Grass Roots,
Joy Division,
The Walker Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Audionom,
Eli Mardock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rekid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Loose Ends,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Henry Cow,
The Count Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Happenings,
Minnie Riperton,
Q65,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spoonie Gee,
Adolescents,
Erasure,
Unwound,
L. Decosne,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.