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 Panama and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Ludus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
Kaleidoscope,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang of Four,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agent Orange,
The Techniques,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tommy Roe,
Hasil Adkins,
Dennis Brown,
Rufus Thomas,
Tears for Fears,
Ornette Coleman,
Make Up,
Brick,
Joey Negro,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry's Kids,
Severed Heads,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Animal Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gun Club,
Ice-T,
Trumans Water,
Piero Umiliani,
Nas,
Brand Nubian,
Y Pants,
Neil Young,
John Holt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cramps,
The Young Rascals,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funkadelic,
Alison Limerick,
Connie Case,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Slave,
New York Dolls,
Cybotron,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy Collins,
Sam Rivers,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Motorama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Banda Bassotti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.