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 Bolivia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
In Retrospect,
Lindisfarne,
The Index,
Desert Stars,
the Sonics,
JFA,
Anthony Braxton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Minor Threat,
Kaleidoscope,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slackers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pulsallama,
The Count Five,
Japan,
Nico,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Near,
Main Source,
Livin' Joy,
Easy Going,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Little Man,
Adolescents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
Wire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Audionom,
The Associates,
Schoolly D,
The Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Durutti Column,
Lakeside,
Make Up,
Sister Nancy,
Iggy Pop,
Sarah Menescal,
The Last Poets,
Newcleus,
One Last Wish,
Gang Starr,
Sugar Minott,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Henry Cow,
These Immortal Souls,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.