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 Dominican Republic and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Lydon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Fatback Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pylon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Subhumans,
Scan 7,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minutemen,
Schoolly D,
Stiv Bators,
Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Massinfluence,
The Birthday Party,
Motorama,
Suicide,
Neu!,
Silicon Teens,
Eddi Front,
Tommy Roe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed,
Simply Red,
Boredoms,
Oneida,
The Skatalites,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Modern Lovers,
Swans,
Roy Ayers,
E-Dancer,
Nik Kershaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pussy Galore,
Fat Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The New Christs,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skarface,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unwound,
Television Personalities,
Infiniti,
These Immortal Souls,
Jawbox,
John Foxx,
Theoretical Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Nas,
K-Klass,
The Smiths,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.