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 Philippines and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Piero Umiliani to the rock 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sällskapet,
Crime,
China Crisis,
Scratch Acid,
Oneida,
Frankie Knuckles,
Curtis Mayfield,
Severed Heads,
Pussy Galore,
The Human League,
The United States of America,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Fraelich,
Talk Talk,
Moebius,
Quadrant,
Dave Gahan,
The Gladiators,
The Toasters,
R.M.O.,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
kango's stein massive,
The Evens,
Intrusion,
Donald Byrd,
The Cure,
Blake Baxter,
Faraquet,
the Sonics,
The Martian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fela Kuti,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moss Icon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Grass Roots,
Lebanon Hanover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Normal,
Scientists,
The Beau Brummels,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cal Tjader,
Ronnie Foster,
Connie Case,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.