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 Argentina and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Liliput to the crunk 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Franke,
Ornette Coleman,
Dead Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Byrd,
David McCallum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Arthur Verocai,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stetsasonic,
The Vogues,
Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cameo,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Christie,
Warsaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fad Gadget,
The Angels of Light,
Drexciya,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visage,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Dolphy,
The Invisible,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fatback Band,
The Durutti Column,
The Dirtbombs,
The Young Rascals,
Ohio Players,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Subhumans,
Ultravox,
Magma,
Japan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fear,
Dual Sessions,
The Stooges,
Y Pants,
Qualms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Symarip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cheater Slicks,
John Holt,
H. Thieme,
Marvin Gaye,
Alton Ellis,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.