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 Spain and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Clear Light to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bush Tetras,
John Lydon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rod Modell,
D'Angelo,
Half Japanese,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eli Mardock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anakelly,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vainqueur,
Ten City,
Q and Not U,
Nils Olav,
Maurizio,
Sparks,
Von Mondo,
Sonic Youth,
Pylon,
Brothers Johnson,
Cluster,
Archie Shepp,
Patti Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cure,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wally Richardson,
Althea and Donna,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rekid,
Accadde A,
Fugazi,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Altered Images,
CMW,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MC5,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantaleimon,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed,
The Velvet Underground,
Buzzcocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Normal,
Rites of Spring,
Alton Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Index,
Sandy B,
Con Funk Shun,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.