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 Monaco and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yazoo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Freddie Wadling,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Starr,
Josef K,
Jeff Mills,
the Normal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cal Tjader,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantytec,
The Cure,
These Immortal Souls,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris & Cosey,
Gichy Dan,
Joy Division,
Alphaville,
The Leaves,
Monolake,
Von Mondo,
Mr. Review,
This Heat,
Iggy Pop,
Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Neon Judgement,
The Birthday Party,
Lebanon Hanover,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moleskins,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Clear Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
L. Decosne,
Howard Jones,
China Crisis,
Derrick May,
The Skatalites,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blackbyrds,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sugar Minott,
Crash Course in Science,
Quadrant,
Siglo XX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mars,
Infiniti,
Tres Demented,
Altered Images,
Au Pairs,
Harmonia,
Letta Mbulu,
Quando Quango,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.