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 Zimbabwe and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the rock 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sam Rivers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oneida,
Fad Gadget,
Albert Ayler,
The Monks,
Half Japanese,
Radio Birdman,
Donald Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roger Hodgson,
Mantronix,
The Barracudas,
Black Pus,
The Grass Roots,
Boz Scaggs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Searchers,
Second Layer,
Jacques Brel,
One Last Wish,
Blossom Toes,
Tom Boy,
Liliput,
The Mummies,
Rekid,
Can,
Ronan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unwound,
Archie Shepp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eve St. Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Howard Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Public Enemy,
Youth Brigade,
The Fuzztones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Susan Cadogan,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nas,
Main Source,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Freddie Wadling,
Trumans Water,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.