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 Togo and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sparks to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Desert Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blancmange,
Panda Bear,
The Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Invisible,
Easy Going,
the Germs,
Animal Collective,
Drexciya,
Half Japanese,
Barclay James Harvest,
Symarip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minutemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pulsallama,
Anakelly,
Crime,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Names,
The Neon Judgement,
Livin' Joy,
Henry Cow,
Mark Hollis,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Victims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ludus,
K-Klass,
The Detroit Cobras,
AZ,
Fugazi,
Cheater Slicks,
Porter Ricks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Starr,
Icehouse,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Style,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gap Band,
Bob Dylan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spandau Ballet,
Yazoo,
Bauhaus,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.