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 Korea North and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 Symarip to the grime 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Stooges,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delta 5,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mummies,
Altered Images,
Ice-T,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Terry,
Negative Approach,
Lou Christie,
The Vogues,
The Cure,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers,
Popol Vuh,
Drexciya,
Slave,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crime,
Nils Olav,
Massinfluence,
the Germs,
X-101,
F. McDonald,
Scratch Acid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grey Daturas,
The J.B.'s,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Saccharine Trust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fela Kuti,
The Wake,
B.T. Express,
Easy Going,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Rosa Yemen,
David Bowie,
Jandek,
U.S. Maple,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.