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 Romania and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Public Enemy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Fear,
Kurtis Blow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Age Steppers,
Yellowson,
The Black Dice,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Parry Music,
Babytalk,
the Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fluxion,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slackers,
Half Japanese,
Radiopuhelimet,
JFA,
Susan Cadogan,
the Association,
Pagans,
Shoche,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alison Limerick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Searchers,
Nils Olav,
Altered Images,
The Leaves,
Nas,
Bang On A Can,
Ten City,
The Smiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Japan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultravox,
Sun City Girls,
Joey Negro,
Depeche Mode,
Wings,
Lightning Bolt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Lynne,
Charles Mingus,
Thee Headcoats,
Stiv Bators,
Barclay James Harvest,
Clear Light,
Black Bananas,
The Beau Brummels,
the Normal,
Glenn Branca,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Names,
Cymande,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.