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 Fiji and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat,
Harry Pussy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Piero Umiliani,
Outsiders,
Soft Cell,
Pole,
Massinfluence,
Crispian St. Peters,
F. McDonald,
Terry Callier,
Subhumans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eddi Front,
Eric Copeland,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tubeway Army,
Marine Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amazonics,
Sandy B,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Leaves,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sam Rivers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grauzone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Residents,
Davy DMX,
Barbara Tucker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Skatalites,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Clear Light,
Deepchord,
Stetsasonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skriet,
Michelle Simonal,
Brick,
The Evens,
Dual Sessions,
Godley & Creme,
Sarah Menescal,
Panda Bear,
Banda Bassotti,
Tim Buckley,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Suburban Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dead Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.