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 Cameroon and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thee Headcoats,
The Black Dice,
The New Christs,
Lucky Dragons,
Youth Brigade,
Schoolly D,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slits,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slackers,
Das Ding,
Lungfish,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fugazi,
Agitation Free,
Leonard Cohen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Moebius,
Motorama,
Sight & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minor Threat,
The Trojans,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül II,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlback,
Easy Going,
Howard Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Happenings,
Marine Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Tim Buckley,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Juan Atkins,
Brass Construction,
The Blues Magoos,
The Leaves,
Unrelated Segments,
Animal Collective,
Shoche,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang of Four,
Ossler,
Suburban Knight,
Hot Snakes,
The Wake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-101,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.