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 Morocco and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Slick Rick to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Buzzcocks,
The Fugs,
the Germs,
Rosa Yemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pop Group,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dirtbombs,
The Knickerbockers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hot Snakes,
Swell Maps,
X-102,
The United States of America,
Grey Daturas,
Talk Talk,
Davy DMX,
Malaria!,
The Names,
Fad Gadget,
Toni Rubio,
Excepter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quantec,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Halsall,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mad Mike,
Black Pus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
The Fall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boredoms,
Chrome,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
D'Angelo,
Cybotron,
Procol Harum,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronnie Foster,
Ludus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Iggy Pop,
Massinfluence,
These Immortal Souls,
Television Personalities,
The J.B.'s,
Sex Pistols,
Sun City Girls,
The Star Department,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Style,
Ronan,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.