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 Guatemala and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Foxx to the electroclash 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '80s.
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 Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Youth Brigade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Patti Smith,
Morten Harket,
Skaos,
John Foxx,
The Searchers,
Camberwell Now,
Wally Richardson,
Gabor Szabo,
Newcleus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Infiniti,
Crash Course in Science,
Funkadelic,
DJ Style,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Oneida,
Roxette,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minor Threat,
Pole,
Bill Near,
Shuggie Otis,
Dual Sessions,
Brick,
Gang Starr,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Standells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deadbeat,
The Fortunes,
Slave,
Girls At Our Best!,
Babytalk,
June Days,
Siglo XX,
Howard Jones,
Sam Rivers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blackbyrds,
Sound Behaviour,
Alice Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Dolphy,
Marcia Griffiths,
CMW,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Machine,
Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Hardrive,
Aural Exciters,
Thee Headcoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Connie Case,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.