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 Russia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Lydon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Y Pants,
Fugazi,
Fela Kuti,
Moss Icon,
Letta Mbulu,
Warren Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
Young Marble Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Scrapy,
JFA,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young,
John Foxx,
The Selecter,
Massinfluence,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare,
Delta 5,
The J.B.'s,
The Dave Clark Five,
Outsiders,
The Slits,
Scion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ken Boothe,
Moby Grape,
Au Pairs,
Minutemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Five Americans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boredoms,
Animal Collective,
Hoover,
Sun Ra,
The Remains,
Audionom,
La Düsseldorf,
Dave Gahan,
The Pretty Things,
Altered Images,
Derrick May,
Roxette,
The Skatalites,
Colin Newman,
Alison Limerick,
Gang of Four,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bad Manners,
John Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Invisible,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pylon,
Toni Rubio,
DNA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zero Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sugar Minott,
The Happenings,
Harry Pussy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.