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 Fiji and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tropical Tobacco to the crunk 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Bronski Beat,
Ornette Coleman,
Slick Rick,
Cameo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Move,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Althea and Donna,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gories,
Dennis Brown,
Brothers Johnson,
The Motions,
Arab on Radar,
Nik Kershaw,
Blossom Toes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Enemy,
Suicide,
Lee Hazlewood,
James White and The Blacks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Toni Rubio,
a-ha,
Robert Hood,
Pole,
Anakelly,
New Age Steppers,
Maleditus Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
The American Breed,
Infiniti,
Johnny Clarke,
John Holt,
David Bowie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kas Product,
Albert Ayler,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Khruangbin,
T.S.O.L.,
The Selecter,
Guru Guru,
Vladislav Delay,
The Velvet Underground,
Circle Jerks,
Erasure,
Inner City,
Rosa Yemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Prince Buster,
Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.