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 South Africa and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rock 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Sparks,
Pantaleimon,
Suicide,
Circle Jerks,
The Victims,
Rotary Connection,
Moby Grape,
Peter & Gordon,
Anthony Braxton,
Shoche,
Tomorrow,
Quantec,
The Wake,
Dawn Penn,
Blancmange,
Main Source,
Parry Music,
Mark Hollis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rapeman,
Man Parrish,
Monolake,
Visage,
Hot Snakes,
Faraquet,
Audionom,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Buckinghams,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Slits,
The Trojans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Youth Brigade,
Delta 5,
Pere Ubu,
Pole,
Neil Young,
Jacob Miller,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smoke,
Half Japanese,
Pulsallama,
8 Eyed Spy,
48th St. Collective,
Brass Construction,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris & Cosey,
New York Dolls,
Qualms,
Eden Ahbez,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABC,
the Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.