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 Paraguay and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Human League to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
kango's stein massive,
Donald Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
La Düsseldorf,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonic Youth,
Henry Cow,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
Cecil Taylor,
Livin' Joy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Remains,
John Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blossom Toes,
Second Layer,
Bad Manners,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Victims,
Brass Construction,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
Smog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Young Marble Giants,
Carl Craig,
Los Fastidios,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Panda Bear,
Stiv Bators,
The Count Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Standells,
Prince Buster,
Swans,
Desert Stars,
Bluetip,
Depeche Mode,
Marcia Griffiths,
This Heat,
Eddi Front,
Isaac Hayes,
Tears for Fears,
Heaven 17,
Alphaville,
The Young Rascals,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doors,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.