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 Cuba and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Darondo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Interpol,
Quadrant,
Con Funk Shun,
E-Dancer,
Al Stewart,
Iggy Pop,
The Kinks,
Grey Daturas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Massinfluence,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scientists,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scion,
Intrusion,
Jeff Mills,
Vainqueur,
AZ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Machine,
Minny Pops,
the Germs,
Donald Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Excepter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun City Girls,
Monks,
Ludus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ohio Players,
Can,
The Dead C,
Slave,
Pantytec,
New Age Steppers,
Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Bowie,
Black Flag,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Model 500,
Joe Finger,
Joey Negro,
June Days,
Skaos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
The Modern Lovers,
Cybotron,
Tubeway Army,
Wolf Eyes,
The Residents,
Trumans Water,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.