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 Marshall Islands and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angry Samoans to the grime 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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marmalade,
Warsaw,
Heaven 17,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
K-Klass,
Intrusion,
Scrapy,
World's Most,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Babytalk,
This Heat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pet Shop Boys,
Alphaville,
The Trojans,
Rufus Thomas,
Carl Craig,
Girls At Our Best!,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Au Pairs,
Cymande,
Anthony Braxton,
Con Funk Shun,
Deepchord,
Circle Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young,
Dark Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pagans,
Deadbeat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sixth Finger,
Smog,
Boogie Down Productions,
Das Ding,
The Wake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Dawn Penn,
The J.B.'s,
Zero Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
10cc,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moby Grape,
the Association,
The Skatalites,
The Music Machine,
Tears for Fears,
The Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Buzzcocks,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.