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 Cuba and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 OOIOO to the techno 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash,
Procol Harum,
Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
JFA,
Junior Murvin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quando Quango,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry's Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
John Cale,
Moebius,
Barbara Tucker,
Agitation Free,
Todd Rundgren,
Brass Construction,
KRS-One,
The Knickerbockers,
Bush Tetras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Zeros,
T. Rex,
New Order,
Kenny Larkin,
Mark Hollis,
Cheater Slicks,
Sam Rivers,
The Slackers,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
a-ha,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Bar-Kays,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scan 7,
Vainqueur,
Sugar Minott,
Pierre Henry,
Audionom,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Talk Talk,
Joe Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Yaz,
The Black Dice,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The New Christs,
This Heat,
Public Enemy,
10cc,
DJ Style,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Duran Duran,
Sparks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.