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 East Timor and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Harpers Bizarre to the dance 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Rapeman,
Quantec,
DNA,
Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Near,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alison Limerick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Circle Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fat Boys,
Organ,
Davy DMX,
Pulsallama,
Glambeats Corp.,
EPMD,
Aaron Thompson,
The J.B.'s,
The Offenders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Duran Duran,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amazonics,
Audionom,
Das Ding,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swell Maps,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fall,
Lakeside,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doors,
Ultravox,
Delta 5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Animal Collective,
Talk Talk,
X-102,
The Star Department,
The Gun Club,
Henry Cow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Black Bananas,
Ten City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Kinks,
Funkadelic,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Womack,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Franke,
Wings,
Masters at Work,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.