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 Thailand and from Halifax.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Swell Maps to the grime 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Massinfluence,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry's Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Mo-Dettes,
The Names,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magazine,
Animal Collective,
Lyres,
The Residents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hasil Adkins,
Von Mondo,
Public Enemy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantaleimon,
Malaria!,
Oblivians,
Aaron Thompson,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Sherman,
X-101,
Scott Walker,
Thompson Twins,
B.T. Express,
cv313,
Joey Negro,
Trumans Water,
Marvin Gaye,
Minnie Riperton,
The Litter,
The Motions,
The Real Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Techniques,
The J.B.'s,
The Tremeloes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eli Mardock,
Flash Fearless,
The Cramps,
Los Fastidios,
Junior Murvin,
Stereo Dub,
Bang On A Can,
New Order,
H. Thieme,
PIL,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hot Snakes,
Boz Scaggs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.