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 Morocco and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Gang Starr to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Freddie Wadling,
Lebanon Hanover,
JFA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
X-102,
New Age Steppers,
Ken Boothe,
Hoover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warren Ellis,
Basic Channel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Toasters,
The Fall,
Skarface,
Infiniti,
the Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MDC,
Bob Dylan,
Godley & Creme,
Hot Snakes,
Underground Resistance,
The Slackers,
Yellowson,
Bauhaus,
Pagans,
Tommy Roe,
Mark Hollis,
The Skatalites,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slick Rick,
Cluster,
Rufus Thomas,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacob Miller,
Letta Mbulu,
Shuggie Otis,
Iggy Pop,
Lyres,
The Fortunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Moby Grape,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ituana,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mad Mike,
The Selecter,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Starr,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Bowie,
Dead Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.