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 South Africa and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Pere Ubu,
Massinfluence,
KRS-One,
Henry Cow,
Slave,
Bluetip,
The Leaves,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Starr,
Nas,
Janne Schatter,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Foxx,
Funky Four + One,
X-102,
the Association,
Flash Fearless,
Moss Icon,
Metal Thangz,
Ronan,
Sound Behaviour,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Barracudas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marine Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick May,
the Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Wasted Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heaven 17,
Kaleidoscope,
Interpol,
Grauzone,
Y Pants,
The Gories,
Joe Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scrapy,
Con Funk Shun,
Ossler,
Minutemen,
The Residents,
Rufus Thomas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
New Order,
Lee Hazlewood,
Audionom,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June Days,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.