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 Angola and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Franke to the techno 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Severed Heads,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kaleidoscope,
Television Personalities,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mo-Dettes,
Cymande,
Agent Orange,
Gang Green,
The Sound,
Ludus,
Pierre Henry,
Faust,
Iggy Pop,
Prince Buster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DNA,
Motorama,
Porter Ricks,
Hasil Adkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris & Cosey,
La Düsseldorf,
Junior Murvin,
Aaron Thompson,
Sparks,
Joe Finger,
Popol Vuh,
David Axelrod,
The Happenings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fear,
Heaven 17,
The Cure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sex Pistols,
New Order,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aswad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ohio Players,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bush Tetras,
Unwound,
The Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Sneak,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalann,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.