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 Israel and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Scion to the crunk 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Intrusion,
Nas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James White and The Blacks,
The American Breed,
Stockholm Monsters,
MC5,
The Count Five,
Suicide,
Arcadia,
Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q65,
Aswad,
The Mummies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funkadelic,
DJ Style,
Rapeman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Inner City,
Royal Trux,
X-102,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra,
Swans,
Nirvana,
Mr. Review,
Warren Ellis,
Black Flag,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pulsallama,
Robert Hood,
Depeche Mode,
Funky Four + One,
Bronski Beat,
Black Bananas,
Tom Boy,
B.T. Express,
Public Image Ltd.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Godley & Creme,
Peter & Gordon,
Hot Snakes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Barracudas,
Hasil Adkins,
The Neon Judgement,
Kas Product,
Harry Pussy,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smiths,
K-Klass,
Lungfish,
Arab on Radar,
Ten City,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.