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 Turkmenistan and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 The Dead C to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Susan Cadogan,
Fela Kuti,
Suburban Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Certain Ratio,
Flipper,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Technova,
The Remains,
Desert Stars,
One Last Wish,
the Normal,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Inner City,
LL Cool J,
Silicon Teens,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronan,
Crime,
Arthur Verocai,
Bad Manners,
Terry Callier,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deadbeat,
Letta Mbulu,
Q65,
Bauhaus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Bourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Machine,
Japan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alison Limerick,
Zero Boys,
China Crisis,
Patti Smith,
Joe Finger,
a-ha,
JFA,
Loose Ends,
The Litter,
Massinfluence,
Sonic Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agent Orange,
Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gladiators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Los Fastidios,
Theoretical Girls,
Donald Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tres Demented,
Lindisfarne,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.