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 Azerbaijan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Big Daddy Kane to the techno 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Lakeside,
Livin' Joy,
Cluster,
Groovy Waters,
Masters at Work,
The Offenders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gabor Szabo,
Faraquet,
Depeche Mode,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Hill,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang On A Can,
Essential Logic,
Sixth Finger,
The Fugs,
Aswad,
Scientists,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spoonie Gee,
Alphaville,
Young Marble Giants,
The Skatalites,
Khruangbin,
Easy Going,
Byron Stingily,
the Human League,
The Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Babytalk,
The Grass Roots,
Black Moon,
Stiv Bators,
the Normal,
Joyce Sims,
Boredoms,
Cal Tjader,
Pole,
Joey Negro,
Swell Maps,
Tears for Fears,
Saccharine Trust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lower 48,
Can,
The Cure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Morten Harket,
The J.B.'s,
Underground Resistance,
Fatback Band,
Marine Girls,
Joy Division,
Barbara Tucker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.