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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Beau Brummels to the disco 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Monks,
Porter Ricks,
B.T. Express,
Joy Division,
Pylon,
Suburban Knight,
The Toasters,
Spoonie Gee,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Residents,
One Last Wish,
ABBA,
World's Most,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlback,
Josef K,
Theoretical Girls,
Royal Trux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Evens,
Severed Heads,
Blancmange,
Juan Atkins,
Lalann,
Ice-T,
The Seeds,
Lungfish,
Mr. Review,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bronski Beat,
Barrington Levy,
Sam Rivers,
Cymande,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Womack,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nils Olav,
The Slackers,
Archie Shepp,
June of 44,
The Fortunes,
The Raincoats,
Colin Newman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moss Icon,
Man Parrish,
The American Breed,
The Red Krayola,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Banda Bassotti,
Anthony Braxton,
Lyres,
Stetsasonic,
Sällskapet,
Gang Starr,
Liliput,
Fat Boys,
The Doors,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.