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 Saudi Arabia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Cameo to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Gong,
The Real Kids,
Camouflage,
Blancmange,
The Knickerbockers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter & Gordon,
Theoretical Girls,
Skriet,
Moby Grape,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wasted Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Thompson Twins,
Moss Icon,
Neu!,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blackbyrds,
PIL,
Altered Images,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Groovy Waters,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q65,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sound Behaviour,
The American Breed,
Japan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Residents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Ludus,
The Dead C,
Gang Green,
Young Marble Giants,
The Wake,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Terry,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young,
Tom Boy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Image Ltd.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Buzzcocks,
Intrusion,
Bill Wells,
Pere Ubu,
Roxette,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Metal Thangz,
Das Ding,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.