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 Bulgaria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tommy Roe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lower 48,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mummies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Albert Ayler,
The Knickerbockers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
This Heat,
The Slackers,
Flipper,
Index,
Duran Duran,
Brick,
Jawbox,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joensuu 1685,
Guru Guru,
The Doors,
Massinfluence,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sparks,
Parry Music,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bluetip,
Lyres,
Gang of Four,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dead Boys,
Khruangbin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Sherman,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Young Rascals,
Ohio Players,
T. Rex,
The Barracudas,
Toni Rubio,
Metal Thangz,
Pantytec,
Glenn Branca,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yusef Lateef,
Qualms,
Quantec,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lucky Dragons,
Flash Fearless,
Neu!,
the Soft Cell,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.