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 Nicaragua and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Janne Schatter to the rap 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Gang Starr,
Howard Jones,
Minny Pops,
The Flesh Eaters,
OOIOO,
Morten Harket,
Eric Copeland,
Glenn Branca,
The Beau Brummels,
World's Most,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Motions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Janne Schatter,
EPMD,
Robert Wyatt,
The Young Rascals,
Moby Grape,
Delta 5,
Absolute Body Control,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Model 500,
The Dave Clark Five,
Buzzcocks,
U.S. Maple,
The Knickerbockers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dead Boys,
Ponytail,
Shuggie Otis,
Half Japanese,
Byron Stingily,
Scratch Acid,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Smooth,
MC5,
The Trojans,
Marc Almond,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Nas,
The Dead C,
Quadrant,
The Gun Club,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minnie Riperton,
Ludus,
Tears for Fears,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.