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 Morocco and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pylon to the funk 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Flag,
Warsaw,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxette,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sugar Minott,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Green,
Howard Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Boz Scaggs,
Kaleidoscope,
Lungfish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Martian,
The Cramps,
Radiohead,
Lyres,
Todd Rundgren,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ponytail,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gladiators,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Circle Jerks,
The Sound,
The Monks,
Anakelly,
Visage,
Judy Mowatt,
Second Layer,
AZ,
Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
Monolake,
Camberwell Now,
Magazine,
Cybotron,
The Last Poets,
Liliput,
Delta 5,
Smog,
Matthew Bourne,
Yazoo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
kango's stein massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.