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 Bahrain and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stockholm Monsters to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
These Immortal Souls,
Negative Approach,
The Knickerbockers,
Icehouse,
David McCallum,
James White and The Blacks,
Pulsallama,
X-101,
Vainqueur,
Harmonia,
Joe Smooth,
Shoche,
Howard Jones,
Henry Cow,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
Peter & Gordon,
Sparks,
Althea and Donna,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bauhaus,
Suicide,
The Residents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Surgeon,
Slick Rick,
Godley & Creme,
Thee Headcoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deakin,
Sällskapet,
Cameo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heaven 17,
Morten Harket,
Pantaleimon,
Brand Nubian,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Byrd,
Nas,
Junior Murvin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yellowson,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
The Slits,
Marine Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boz Scaggs,
The Stooges,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slackers,
Mad Mike,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marmalade,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.