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 Kazakhstan and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skarface to the rap 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantaleimon,
Nik Kershaw,
Alison Limerick,
Index,
The Mummies,
Minutemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Residents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Wake,
OOIOO,
Pharoah Sanders,
Technova,
Urselle,
Massinfluence,
Todd Rundgren,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fugs,
Max Romeo,
The Gories,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Y Pants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Velvet Underground,
The Divine Comedy,
Prince Buster,
Mantronix,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cameo,
The Last Poets,
Henry Cow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Motions,
Connie Case,
The Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Aural Exciters,
Rapeman,
Black Pus,
Stereo Dub,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
CMW,
Judy Mowatt,
Idris Muhammad,
Minor Threat,
Wolf Eyes,
Funky Four + One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Surgeon,
Davy DMX,
Lyres,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.