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 Portugal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Cameo to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
D'Angelo,
Cybotron,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tommy Roe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Knickerbockers,
Agent Orange,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Sneak,
Minor Threat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bauhaus,
Archie Shepp,
The Doors,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Banda Bassotti,
Fugazi,
Agitation Free,
Easy Going,
Terry Callier,
ABBA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alton Ellis,
Television Personalities,
ABC,
Fluxion,
Radio Birdman,
Sonic Youth,
Colin Newman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Darondo,
Ultravox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jandek,
Nico,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Lynne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warren Ellis,
Bluetip,
Alison Limerick,
Mo-Dettes,
Shuggie Otis,
Yellowson,
Kerri Chandler,
Mission of Burma,
Accadde A,
Todd Rundgren,
Livin' Joy,
Nik Kershaw,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers,
The Black Dice,
Harry Pussy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dave Gahan,
The Move,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.