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 Libya and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 PIL 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Yaz,
The Fall,
Hasil Adkins,
Dennis Brown,
Mantronix,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Terry,
Scratch Acid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rod Modell,
Bluetip,
Brand Nubian,
Howard Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Man Eating Sloth,
Malaria!,
X-101,
Derrick May,
10cc,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
World's Most,
Davy DMX,
Glenn Branca,
Yusef Lateef,
Nils Olav,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jawbox,
The Count Five,
Fluxion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Josef K,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
The Zeros,
Agitation Free,
Swans,
Fad Gadget,
The Mojo Men,
Zero Boys,
The Invisible,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra,
The Sonics,
Interpol,
Con Funk Shun,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Walker Brothers,
The Martian,
Hot Snakes,
Camberwell Now,
Dave Gahan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maleditus Sound,
Nirvana,
Stereo Dub,
The Slackers,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.