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 Iraq and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Dirtbombs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
K-Klass,
Althea and Donna,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
PIL,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stiv Bators,
Quadrant,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Human League,
Second Layer,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Raincoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zero Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Massinfluence,
The Cowsills,
Dave Gahan,
Moss Icon,
Blancmange,
Blake Baxter,
Rosa Yemen,
In Retrospect,
Yazoo,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pole,
Lou Reed,
Marine Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sandy B,
Scrapy,
10cc,
Drexciya,
Excepter,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Jerry's Kids,
Trumans Water,
Surgeon,
Qualms,
The Fugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Interpol,
Ultravox,
Ronan,
Darondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agent Orange,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
CMW,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.