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 Haiti and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Deadbeat to the funk 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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Residents,
Das Ding,
Lebanon Hanover,
PIL,
Avey Tare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slits,
Ice-T,
Man Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Symarip,
Motorama,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonic Youth,
UT,
Radiopuhelimet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Japan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlback,
R.M.O.,
Anthony Braxton,
Erasure,
Yaz,
Little Man,
Stetsasonic,
Lungfish,
Buzzcocks,
Audionom,
Boredoms,
Gong,
AZ,
The Pretty Things,
Cymande,
The Dead C,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Style,
Soulsonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
John Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker,
The Count Five,
Rites of Spring,
LL Cool J,
Deepchord,
Funky Four + One,
The Grass Roots,
Nils Olav,
Donald Byrd,
Y Pants,
Drexciya,
Jacob Miller,
Minny Pops,
Young Marble Giants,
Maurizio,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.