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 Mauritius and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Slackers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Gang Starr,
EPMD,
Yazoo,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalann,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Black Dice,
Y Pants,
David Bowie,
Moss Icon,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television,
David Axelrod,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Raincoats,
Ten City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
PIL,
Barbara Tucker,
Aural Exciters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABC,
Todd Rundgren,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Yellowson,
the Human League,
Accadde A,
The Invisible,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ponytail,
Hot Snakes,
Vainqueur,
Yusef Lateef,
Traffic Nightmare,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Inner City,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
ABBA,
Parry Music,
Siglo XX,
Al Stewart,
Scrapy,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Whodini,
X-Ray Spex,
The Associates,
Morten Harket,
Freddie Wadling,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.