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 Antigua and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jawbox to the disco 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Susan Cadogan,
the Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABC,
Marmalade,
Unrelated Segments,
X-102,
10cc,
L. Decosne,
Charles Mingus,
Adolescents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Enemy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Main Source,
Sarah Menescal,
Lower 48,
Colin Newman,
The Busters,
Kaleidoscope,
Young Marble Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Wolf Eyes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monolake,
Cheater Slicks,
Outsiders,
Albert Ayler,
Duran Duran,
X-Ray Spex,
Eve St. Jones,
The Motions,
The Victims,
Lungfish,
DJ Sneak,
Moss Icon,
X-101,
The Music Machine,
Liliput,
The Durutti Column,
Soul II Soul,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Neon Judgement,
June of 44,
Hasil Adkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reagan Youth,
Inner City,
Los Fastidios,
Carl Craig,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun City Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gun Club,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Lydon,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.