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 Georgia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 DJ Sneak to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rotary Connection,
Ultravox,
Minny Pops,
Gregory Isaacs,
10cc,
The Dead C,
Vainqueur,
New York Dolls,
Crime,
the Swans,
Maurizio,
UT,
Kayak,
Loose Ends,
Drexciya,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Qualms,
Simply Red,
Inner City,
Lyres,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ludus,
Eve St. Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monolake,
John Foxx,
The Birthday Party,
Talk Talk,
The Evens,
The Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mummies,
the Association,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Nas,
The Zeros,
Section 25,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funkadelic,
Panda Bear,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quantec,
Cal Tjader,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pretty Things,
Peter & Gordon,
the Bar-Kays,
Erykah Badu,
The Smoke,
Letta Mbulu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anakelly,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.