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 Libya and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Whodini to the disco 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Judy Mowatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mission of Burma,
John Foxx,
Joey Negro,
Maleditus Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Josef K,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shuggie Otis,
Von Mondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anakelly,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brand Nubian,
a-ha,
Bobby Byrd,
Eurythmics,
The Divine Comedy,
10cc,
June Days,
Lou Reed,
Patti Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Eric B and Rakim,
UT,
Ultimate Spinach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
The Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Misunderstood,
Crispian St. Peters,
T. Rex,
Althea and Donna,
Grey Daturas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dual Sessions,
Q and Not U,
The J.B.'s,
The Golliwogs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eddi Front,
Make Up,
Alison Limerick,
The Index,
La Düsseldorf,
John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Almond,
kango's stein massive,
Average White Band,
Mad Mike,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neu!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Underground Resistance,
Fat Boys,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.