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 Uganda and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 James White and The Blacks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
World's Most,
New York Dolls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
One Last Wish,
LL Cool J,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The American Breed,
Bobby Womack,
Ultra Naté,
China Crisis,
UT,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Youth Brigade,
Black Sheep,
Bauhaus,
The Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Morten Harket,
ABC,
Sparks,
Franke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Thompson Twins,
New Order,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Style,
Inner City,
Brothers Johnson,
The Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Trojans,
Saccharine Trust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tears for Fears,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Toni Rubio,
Hardrive,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlback,
Procol Harum,
the Sonics,
Slave,
MDC,
Gang Green,
The Saints,
Lyres,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Von Mondo,
Adolescents,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.