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 Korea South and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scientists 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Terry,
Arab on Radar,
The Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Minnie Riperton,
Crooked Eye,
Tears for Fears,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pulsallama,
The Mummies,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Sneak,
Circle Jerks,
Ludus,
EPMD,
Urselle,
Main Source,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Halsall,
Silicon Teens,
Babytalk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chrome,
Make Up,
10cc,
The Fuzztones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gong,
Kevin Saunderson,
Piero Umiliani,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Beau Brummels,
Barrington Levy,
Oblivians,
June Days,
Intrusion,
Index,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Starr,
Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
OOIOO,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Age Steppers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boredoms,
Johnny Osbourne,
World's Most,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sound Behaviour,
Quantec,
The Motions,
Anakelly,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.