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 Albania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 The Birthday Party to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Kinks,
Ponytail,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bizarre Inc.,
Prince Buster,
The Grass Roots,
Smog,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick May,
Max Romeo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Knickerbockers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
Todd Terry,
Lower 48,
Yellowson,
The Durutti Column,
Fela Kuti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swell Maps,
In Retrospect,
The Young Rascals,
Rod Modell,
Visage,
The Divine Comedy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blackbyrds,
Dave Gahan,
Gichy Dan,
Blancmange,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cecil Taylor,
The Trojans,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers,
Index,
Deakin,
kango's stein massive,
Youth Brigade,
The Slackers,
the Sonics,
Icehouse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moss Icon,
Rekid,
The Cure,
Ludus,
Aural Exciters,
Crime,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.