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 Afghanistan and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the electroclash 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grey Daturas,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Star Department,
The Associates,
Shoche,
Agitation Free,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Hood,
Jacob Miller,
Henry Cow,
The Toasters,
Inner City,
Warren Ellis,
Niagra,
Q and Not U,
Make Up,
Porter Ricks,
Angry Samoans,
the Human League,
Country Teasers,
Duran Duran,
Boz Scaggs,
Eddi Front,
X-Ray Spex,
Lungfish,
Amazonics,
Robert Görl,
Janne Schatter,
Marmalade,
Subhumans,
Deadbeat,
Scan 7,
the Bar-Kays,
Das Ding,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June of 44,
Slick Rick,
The Count Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Standells,
Sandy B,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Enemy,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Kinks,
Mo-Dettes,
Young Marble Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mission of Burma,
Ituana,
Malaria!,
Kerri Chandler,
Symarip,
The Fortunes,
Moss Icon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.