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 Mozambique 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Five Americans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida 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?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jawbox,
Television,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
U.S. Maple,
Tom Boy,
The Standells,
Slave,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Negative Approach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yazoo,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
Cymande,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas,
Sparks,
Sam Rivers,
Eli Mardock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Subhumans,
The Velvet Underground,
Hasil Adkins,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül II,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacques Brel,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magazine,
The Evens,
Susan Cadogan,
the Normal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Basic Channel,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Lynne,
Franke,
John Lydon,
Scan 7,
Nas,
T. Rex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drexciya,
Be Bop Deluxe,
OOIOO,
The Stooges,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Duran Duran,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.