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 Lebanon and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Vladislav Delay to the dance 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul II Soul,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Archie Shepp,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronnie Foster,
Scan 7,
Babytalk,
Oblivians,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Essential Logic,
The Neon Judgement,
Q and Not U,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gap Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Japan,
In Retrospect,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultravox,
Henry Cow,
Nico,
Glenn Branca,
Flash Fearless,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Wells,
Mark Hollis,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash,
a-ha,
L. Decosne,
Interpol,
The Gories,
Inner City,
Kayak,
Malaria!,
Soft Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unrelated Segments,
Boredoms,
The Fortunes,
Erykah Badu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Black Dice,
Hot Snakes,
Connie Case,
Wire,
Harmonia,
Rosa Yemen,
The J.B.'s,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pretty Things,
Stiv Bators,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.