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 Denmark and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 OOIOO to the grunge 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
China Crisis,
Lower 48,
Radiohead,
Hashim,
Michelle Simonal,
Josef K,
The Five Americans,
Dawn Penn,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moody Blues,
Joy Division,
the Slits,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Sneak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Darondo,
UT,
Cymande,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slackers,
Slick Rick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
CMW,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flipper,
Joensuu 1685,
Sarah Menescal,
Moss Icon,
New Age Steppers,
Godley & Creme,
Negative Approach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chrome,
Simply Red,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yusef Lateef,
Desert Stars,
The Remains,
Joyce Sims,
Marine Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
John Foxx,
Gang Starr,
Pylon,
Sound Behaviour,
Lakeside,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Bad Manners,
Connie Case,
Suicide,
the Normal,
Thee Headcoats,
Franke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.