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 Libya and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Neu! to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Sällskapet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Wake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Pylon,
Masters at Work,
the Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Toasters,
Hot Snakes,
Nirvana,
The Grass Roots,
Sister Nancy,
The Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reagan Youth,
The Human League,
Lou Reed,
Gabor Szabo,
Wings,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monks,
Joe Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Banda Bassotti,
Rufus Thomas,
Terry Callier,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Derrick May,
Barry Ungar,
Rapeman,
The Mummies,
Alphaville,
Matthew Halsall,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stetsasonic,
Fluxion,
Black Bananas,
Fela Kuti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Bar-Kays,
Cameo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hasil Adkins,
Index,
Bob Dylan,
F. McDonald,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.