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 Latvia and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Buzzcocks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Jeff Mills,
Reuben Wilson,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Sherman,
Boz Scaggs,
Loose Ends,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxy Music,
The Mummies,
Blossom Toes,
JFA,
Joe Smooth,
Oneida,
Minnie Riperton,
Agent Orange,
Albert Ayler,
Average White Band,
Neu!,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Stooges,
Rotary Connection,
The Searchers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Age Steppers,
The Fire Engines,
Japan,
Clear Light,
The Gladiators,
Schoolly D,
The United States of America,
Masters at Work,
Alison Limerick,
Zapp,
Minor Threat,
Colin Newman,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Sneak,
DJ Style,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moody Blues,
Susan Cadogan,
Guru Guru,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Kinks,
The Fortunes,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy Collins,
John Cale,
The Monks,
The Seeds,
The Smoke,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Fugazi,
Mark Hollis,
Brothers Johnson,
X-101,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.