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 France and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Sparks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Junior Murvin,
Quando Quango,
Barbara Tucker,
Donny Hathaway,
The Raincoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arab on Radar,
Pere Ubu,
The Gladiators,
Aswad,
Terry Callier,
Crime,
Urselle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cymande,
John Holt,
T.S.O.L.,
Pylon,
The Smoke,
Agitation Free,
Nico,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Pus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Christie,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Walker Brothers,
Model 500,
Average White Band,
Skriet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q and Not U,
The Birthday Party,
Scientists,
Marvin Gaye,
Bush Tetras,
The Black Dice,
The Sound,
Siglo XX,
U.S. Maple,
Michelle Simonal,
Howard Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Deepchord,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mark Hollis,
Ronan,
The Invisible,
Camouflage,
Bill Wells,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Procol Harum,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.