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 Azerbaijan and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stiv Bators to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Barrington Levy,
Pole,
The Doors,
L. Decosne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Steve Hackett,
Panda Bear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rufus Thomas,
Rod Modell,
Morten Harket,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alphaville,
Max Romeo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Loose Ends,
Basic Channel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxette,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ice-T,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joey Negro,
Unwound,
Carl Craig,
Pantytec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
Lower 48,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yellowson,
Todd Rundgren,
Oneida,
Average White Band,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Style,
The Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Scratch Acid,
Janne Schatter,
Brick,
Porter Ricks,
Babytalk,
Jacob Miller,
Yaz,
Connie Case,
The Velvet Underground,
China Crisis,
Eve St. Jones,
Terry Callier,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.