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 United States and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Traffic Nightmare to the disco 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Pere Ubu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ludus,
Glenn Branca,
Funkadelic,
The Divine Comedy,
This Heat,
Henry Cow,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Banda Bassotti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smoke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Khruangbin,
One Last Wish,
Quantec,
Radiohead,
Davy DMX,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Offenders,
Thompson Twins,
Stiv Bators,
Roxette,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cluster,
Smog,
Sparks,
T. Rex,
June of 44,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
DJ Sneak,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jawbox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wolf Eyes,
Lindisfarne,
Angry Samoans,
Marvin Gaye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Skriet,
Sister Nancy,
The Music Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Symarip,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.