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 South Africa and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rap 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dave Gahan,
Inner City,
The Gladiators,
Angry Samoans,
The Searchers,
Fluxion,
Lyres,
Darondo,
The Raincoats,
The Evens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Terry,
Y Pants,
New Order,
Gastr Del Sol,
Icehouse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kaleidoscope,
Steve Hackett,
Peter & Gordon,
Skriet,
Graham Central Station,
Warsaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blossom Toes,
Bob Dylan,
Magazine,
The Angels of Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Matthew Halsall,
Niagra,
Arthur Verocai,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra,
Circle Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fortunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Radio Birdman,
The Barracudas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Adolescents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barrington Levy,
Unwound,
Suburban Knight,
Second Layer,
Blancmange,
Soft Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grauzone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.