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 Croatia and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Black Dice to the grunge 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television Personalities,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Loose Ends,
Circle Jerks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heaven 17,
Moebius,
Henry Cow,
Charles Mingus,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Section 25,
Alphaville,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Bob Dylan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cluster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Susan Cadogan,
Iggy Pop,
Suicide,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Excepter,
Eve St. Jones,
The Standells,
Dawn Penn,
Popol Vuh,
Donald Byrd,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick May,
Monks,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thee Headcoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Lyres,
Arab on Radar,
John Coltrane,
Ituana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neu!,
The Dirtbombs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Parry Music,
Anakelly,
T. Rex,
The Skatalites,
Tears for Fears,
Buzzcocks,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Hill,
The Selecter,
The Music Machine,
the Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.