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 Morocco and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Starr to the disco 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tim Buckley,
Black Sheep,
Q65,
the Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amazonics,
Can,
Glenn Branca,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed,
Crooked Eye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Association,
Second Layer,
Davy DMX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Junior Murvin,
The Last Poets,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Evens,
The Five Americans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Talk Talk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra,
The Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barrington Levy,
Sugar Minott,
Y Pants,
Monolake,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Star Department,
Nils Olav,
Mad Mike,
Nik Kershaw,
X-101,
Janne Schatter,
Grauzone,
Bill Wells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Carl Craig,
Kaleidoscope,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scion,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harry Pussy,
The New Christs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drexciya,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.