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 Benin and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Yellowson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joy Division,
H. Thieme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television Personalities,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Machine,
The Leaves,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sexual Harrassment,
New York Dolls,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Görl,
The Standells,
X-101,
Main Source,
Jerry's Kids,
Altered Images,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Offenders,
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Connie Case,
The Stooges,
The United States of America,
Sonic Youth,
Infiniti,
Dave Gahan,
the Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Massinfluence,
Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donald Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Duran Duran,
Byron Stingily,
Harmonia,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang On A Can,
The Kinks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Royal Trux,
Sun City Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Isaac Hayes,
Freddie Wadling,
8 Eyed Spy,
Colin Newman,
Eric Copeland,
Brand Nubian,
Wolf Eyes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sister Nancy,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.