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 Chile and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 The Happenings to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Dirtbombs,
Fugazi,
The Toasters,
Little Man,
The Cure,
Scion,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Henry Cow,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barrington Levy,
Kerri Chandler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Raincoats,
the Slits,
Rapeman,
The Moleskins,
Livin' Joy,
Section 25,
Outsiders,
Q65,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiohead,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dave Gahan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swell Maps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lightning Bolt,
X-102,
Oblivians,
Crash Course in Science,
Ken Boothe,
Pagans,
Depeche Mode,
Deakin,
Unrelated Segments,
Josef K,
Royal Trux,
E-Dancer,
DJ Style,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Can,
Scan 7,
L. Decosne,
David McCallum,
Pantaleimon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kas Product,
Erasure,
Tomorrow,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.