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 Korea South and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neil Young 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Prince Buster,
Chrome,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Surgeon,
Dave Gahan,
Colin Newman,
T. Rex,
Desert Stars,
Gong,
Lower 48,
Skaos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Negative Approach,
Carl Craig,
Can,
MDC,
The Residents,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crash Course in Science,
Whodini,
Fad Gadget,
Dennis Brown,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pussy Galore,
K-Klass,
Aswad,
Public Enemy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Inner City,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liliput,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rosa Yemen,
Eden Ahbez,
The Names,
Youth Brigade,
Yellowson,
Basic Channel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yaz,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rites of Spring,
John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Martian,
D'Angelo,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Donald Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
Ten City,
Minor Threat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.