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 Italy and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Curtis Mayfield to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The Gun Club,
Stereo Dub,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Hood,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
Oneida,
The Tremeloes,
Circle Jerks,
John Foxx,
Janne Schatter,
Piero Umiliani,
Tom Boy,
Ituana,
Zapp,
Groovy Waters,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra,
Cymande,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aural Exciters,
Lee Hazlewood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delta 5,
PIL,
K-Klass,
Jacob Miller,
Tears for Fears,
Crash Course in Science,
Sugar Minott,
The Music Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gladiators,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeru the Damaja,
Duran Duran,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cramps,
Eric Copeland,
Yellowson,
Main Source,
H. Thieme,
Dave Gahan,
Yaz,
Spoonie Gee,
The Last Poets,
Sex Pistols,
Lalann,
Au Pairs,
JFA,
These Immortal Souls,
Terry Callier,
Massinfluence,
the Fania All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultravox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slits,
Lou Reed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.