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 Finland and from New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 MDC to the grime 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Half Japanese,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lower 48,
Model 500,
The Fugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Lydon,
Das Ding,
Lebanon Hanover,
Average White Band,
Pagans,
Audionom,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Index,
Dave Gahan,
Unrelated Segments,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jimmy McGriff,
AZ,
Mr. Review,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fortunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crooked Eye,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Copeland,
The Searchers,
EPMD,
JFA,
Motorama,
Freddie Wadling,
The Divine Comedy,
Agitation Free,
The Real Kids,
Robert Hood,
Zero Boys,
Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Zapp,
Soft Machine,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Danielle Patucci,
Oblivians,
The Music Machine,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Womack,
Crash Course in Science,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flash Fearless,
Drive Like Jehu,
PIL,
The Zeros,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Bourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
B.T. Express,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.