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 France and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Carl Craig to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Shoche,
Funky Four + One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
Slick Rick,
Negative Approach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warsaw,
Delta 5,
The Barracudas,
Aswad,
The Evens,
Marshall Jefferson,
Youth Brigade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Main Source,
Camouflage,
Monks,
Moby Grape,
Henry Cow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Offenders,
Silicon Teens,
The Selecter,
Stetsasonic,
The Kinks,
Scion,
cv313,
Nirvana,
DNA,
John Holt,
Ten City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Dual Sessions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Altered Images,
Pere Ubu,
OOIOO,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiohead,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick May,
The Toasters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suicide,
Aural Exciters,
Nils Olav,
The Grass Roots,
Animal Collective,
The Smiths,
the Germs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Urselle,
Subhumans,
Morten Harket,
Lalann,
Amon Düül II,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.