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 Austria 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Crash Course in Science,
Altered Images,
Ronnie Foster,
Quantec,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alton Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dual Sessions,
Pole,
Chris & Cosey,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spoonie Gee,
Yellowson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Loose Ends,
Babytalk,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nico,
Ralphi Rosario,
Morten Harket,
Rapeman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ossler,
Icehouse,
The Red Krayola,
Flipper,
Simply Red,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Interpol,
Amon Düül II,
Swell Maps,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Clear Light,
Minor Threat,
Godley & Creme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hasil Adkins,
Second Layer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Idris Muhammad,
Talk Talk,
Joy Division,
The Standells,
ABC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
AZ,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
World's Most,
Man Parrish,
Newcleus,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.