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 Honduras and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Neon Judgement to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Rosa Yemen,
The Raincoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fat Boys,
Wire,
Deakin,
Technova,
Rites of Spring,
Monolake,
Boredoms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warsaw,
Soft Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Suburban Knight,
Slick Rick,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare,
Donald Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul II Soul,
Blossom Toes,
Los Fastidios,
The Vogues,
Eli Mardock,
Make Up,
Bill Near,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Moon,
Bauhaus,
Flipper,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Enemy,
Sight & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mummies,
Newcleus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rakim,
Kayak,
Eve St. Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wolf Eyes,
Cameo,
Fugazi,
The Gladiators,
Camberwell Now,
Quando Quango,
Sixth Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Terry,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quadrant,
Idris Muhammad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.