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 Turkmenistan and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
EPMD,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Victims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Intrusion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amazonics,
Stetsasonic,
Duran Duran,
Prince Buster,
Flash Fearless,
Ultravox,
Kurtis Blow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lungfish,
Quantec,
Chris & Cosey,
Boz Scaggs,
Khruangbin,
Camberwell Now,
Freddie Wadling,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deepchord,
Radio Birdman,
Al Stewart,
Gang Green,
Jeru the Damaja,
Underground Resistance,
Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Iggy Pop,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Clear Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crime,
These Immortal Souls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantytec,
Talk Talk,
China Crisis,
The Index,
Unwound,
Eli Mardock,
Cluster,
Scientists,
Fela Kuti,
The Pretty Things,
Nico,
Simply Red,
Outsiders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yellowson,
Supertramp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barrington Levy,
The Mummies,
Fear,
Crash Course in Science,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.