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 India and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Curtis Mayfield to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
X-102,
Kenny Larkin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Juan Atkins,
Crime,
Hoover,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nico,
Steve Hackett,
Minor Threat,
Camberwell Now,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arthur Verocai,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blackbyrds,
The Buckinghams,
Khruangbin,
Pulsallama,
Blake Baxter,
The Stooges,
Goldenarms,
Malaria!,
Joy Division,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Henry Cow,
Iggy Pop,
Drive Like Jehu,
Babytalk,
Das Ding,
Television Personalities,
World's Most,
Lindisfarne,
The Modern Lovers,
Pere Ubu,
Flipper,
The Searchers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Martian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tubeway Army,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Selecter,
Jawbox,
The Smoke,
Erasure,
Lyres,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Motorama,
Livin' Joy,
D'Angelo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moleskins,
Swell Maps,
the Slits,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.