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 Serbia and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gang Starr to the techno 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Certain Ratio,
Sound Behaviour,
John Cale,
MC5,
D'Angelo,
Deakin,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Machine,
The Skatalites,
Con Funk Shun,
Minutemen,
The Toasters,
Altered Images,
Sarah Menescal,
The Searchers,
Outsiders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rites of Spring,
The Invisible,
Sight & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hardrive,
The Monks,
Amon Düül,
Tom Boy,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Christie,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Style,
Peter and Kerry,
The Index,
Lightning Bolt,
The Wake,
Sparks,
Bad Manners,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smoke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eve St. Jones,
E-Dancer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gun Club,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sandy B,
The Young Rascals,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Y Pants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magma,
The United States of America,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.