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 Bhutan and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Banda Bassotti to the grime 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nico,
Wolf Eyes,
Cybotron,
Shuggie Otis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chrome,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Royal Trux,
The Associates,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Wake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Au Pairs,
Ludus,
Country Teasers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flipper,
Clear Light,
Von Mondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Simply Red,
Mandrill,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ornette Coleman,
Quantec,
Pantytec,
Faust,
T. Rex,
Talk Talk,
The Grass Roots,
The Shadows of Knight,
Organ,
Chris Corsano,
Interpol,
Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Darondo,
Sarah Menescal,
Max Romeo,
Dennis Brown,
ABBA,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suburban Knight,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Style,
Glenn Branca,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sixth Finger,
X-102,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Almond,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.