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 Cameroon and from London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Jeff Mills to the rock 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Axelrod,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Foxx,
Hoover,
Scott Walker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cure,
Judy Mowatt,
Trumans Water,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Copeland,
The Motions,
Von Mondo,
Cybotron,
Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare,
Aswad,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
China Crisis,
Magma,
The Fortunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cameo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Accadde A,
AZ,
The Victims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barry Ungar,
Roger Hodgson,
The Searchers,
The Birthday Party,
Oblivians,
Tres Demented,
Piero Umiliani,
Susan Cadogan,
Suicide,
Eli Mardock,
Chris Corsano,
Joy Division,
Flash Fearless,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mandrill,
Jandek,
Tom Boy,
Todd Rundgren,
Minnie Riperton,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.