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 United States and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 The Wake to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
The Mojo Men,
Unrelated Segments,
DNA,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris & Cosey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marvin Gaye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hoover,
Das Ding,
DJ Sneak,
Kaleidoscope,
Minny Pops,
In Retrospect,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Copeland,
AZ,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Birthday Party,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gichy Dan,
David Bowie,
The Real Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Mills,
John Holt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MDC,
Dual Sessions,
Quando Quango,
Severed Heads,
Au Pairs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
JFA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Leaves,
Newcleus,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Enemy,
Pere Ubu,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter and Kerry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fall,
Animal Collective,
Mark Hollis,
Rosa Yemen,
Sister Nancy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Half Japanese,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sound,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.