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 Guatemala and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Ossler to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Easy Going,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Theoretical Girls,
Brass Construction,
Marmalade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Fad Gadget,
Aswad,
Ice-T,
Crooked Eye,
Hashim,
Accadde A,
Nico,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Near,
Freddie Wadling,
Animal Collective,
Albert Ayler,
AZ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Scratch Acid,
Ten City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Star Department,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fat Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Bourne,
Blake Baxter,
Dennis Brown,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echospace,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lucky Dragons,
Bad Manners,
Rapeman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra,
Outsiders,
The United States of America,
Cluster,
Johnny Clarke,
James White and The Blacks,
Monolake,
Pole,
Scion,
L. Decosne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.