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 Cyprus and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Jerry's Kids to the crunk 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Livin' Joy,
Fad Gadget,
Subhumans,
Chris & Cosey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Negative Approach,
The Martian,
The Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Yusef Lateef,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Al Stewart,
Derrick May,
Trumans Water,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Flag,
Charles Mingus,
Wings,
Heaven 17,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Zeros,
Bluetip,
Liliput,
The Busters,
Simply Red,
Fugazi,
Sparks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxette,
The Buckinghams,
Darondo,
Mad Mike,
Popol Vuh,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brass Construction,
Desert Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scientists,
John Lydon,
Joe Smooth,
Marmalade,
Rites of Spring,
Circle Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
Flash Fearless,
Gerry Rafferty,
Silicon Teens,
The Kinks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tom Boy,
Unwound,
Franke,
China Crisis,
Patti Smith,
Lakeside,
Loose Ends,
The Offenders,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.