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 Azerbaijan and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Siglo XX to the electroclash 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Youth Brigade,
Joy Division,
Fear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ice-T,
Moebius,
Janne Schatter,
Spoonie Gee,
Nas,
Schoolly D,
The Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Marvin Gaye,
Warsaw,
Bronski Beat,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oblivians,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
48th St. Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiohead,
Althea and Donna,
Lungfish,
Glenn Branca,
Inner City,
The Residents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Near,
Nick Fraelich,
Technova,
Thee Headcoats,
Altered Images,
Black Bananas,
Shoche,
Isaac Hayes,
Faust,
The Saints,
Maurizio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vladislav Delay,
Fluxion,
Man Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Coltrane,
Pagans,
Mars,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
PIL,
Fatback Band,
Drexciya,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.