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 Burkina and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Max Romeo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Fear,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wolf Eyes,
Colin Newman,
The Young Rascals,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sparks,
The Cramps,
Ronan,
Tears for Fears,
Inner City,
Radio Birdman,
The Sound,
Q and Not U,
The Barracudas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skriet,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marvin Gaye,
JFA,
Goldenarms,
Iggy Pop,
Grey Daturas,
This Heat,
Little Man,
Severed Heads,
Aaron Thompson,
Moss Icon,
Todd Terry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mummies,
Kenny Larkin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Underground Resistance,
Japan,
Sun City Girls,
Index,
John Lydon,
Dennis Brown,
Donald Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Talk Talk,
Thompson Twins,
Ten City,
K-Klass,
Sarah Menescal,
Urselle,
The Dead C,
Marcia Griffiths,
Second Layer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.