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 Guyana and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blancmange to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Grass Roots,
Yaz,
Intrusion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Robert Hood,
Ludus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Trojans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Skatalites,
E-Dancer,
David McCallum,
Porter Ricks,
Rufus Thomas,
Dave Gahan,
Alice Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funky Four + One,
Banda Bassotti,
Charles Mingus,
The Human League,
Pantytec,
The Music Machine,
Marmalade,
DNA,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Josef K,
Freddie Wadling,
Ituana,
The Barracudas,
Organ,
Aural Exciters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
CMW,
This Heat,
Magazine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rakim,
Scrapy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harmonia,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mo-Dettes,
Grey Daturas,
The Black Dice,
John Foxx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.