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 Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Todd Terry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
In Retrospect,
Make Up,
The Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Misunderstood,
Crash Course in Science,
Glenn Branca,
Patti Smith,
Marc Almond,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nirvana,
Yellowson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Audionom,
Graham Central Station,
The Smiths,
Brothers Johnson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fela Kuti,
Donny Hathaway,
MDC,
Siglo XX,
Pantytec,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spandau Ballet,
Camberwell Now,
Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Bush Tetras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yaz,
Wasted Youth,
The Martian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
Dorothy Ashby,
PIL,
Lou Reed,
Sam Rivers,
Liliput,
Monolake,
Scan 7,
Alice Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Copeland,
Quadrant,
Darondo,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Green,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maleditus Sound,
Barrington Levy,
The Golliwogs,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.