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 Pakistan and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Saccharine Trust to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Gladiators,
New Age Steppers,
Black Moon,
The Saints,
Josef K,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grey Daturas,
Spandau Ballet,
Organ,
Icehouse,
Fatback Band,
Arcadia,
Matthew Halsall,
Lightning Bolt,
Monolake,
Technova,
Popol Vuh,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Moby Grape,
Sun City Girls,
Minor Threat,
Unwound,
Rakim,
The Dead C,
Main Source,
X-Ray Spex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Cale,
The Standells,
Malaria!,
Crooked Eye,
Sarah Menescal,
Byron Stingily,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Walker Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gerry Rafferty,
June Days,
Arthur Verocai,
Glenn Branca,
Maleditus Sound,
The Human League,
Hashim,
Khruangbin,
Motorama,
Tommy Roe,
Sister Nancy,
The Sonics,
Darondo,
L. Decosne,
Crash Course in Science,
The Stooges,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.