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 Laos and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Barracudas,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Byrd,
Altered Images,
Depeche Mode,
Drexciya,
The Remains,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Talk Talk,
The Velvet Underground,
Monolake,
The Busters,
Andrew Hill,
Bob Dylan,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Severed Heads,
Guru Guru,
Lightning Bolt,
X-102,
Radiohead,
X-101,
Camberwell Now,
The Moleskins,
The Index,
Stiv Bators,
Silicon Teens,
Sister Nancy,
The Zeros,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
Alton Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Lungfish,
KRS-One,
Amazonics,
Pussy Galore,
Rekid,
Grey Daturas,
The Gap Band,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television,
FM Einheit,
The Pretty Things,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scratch Acid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pagans,
Ornette Coleman,
Brand Nubian,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Golliwogs,
The Five Americans,
Kaleidoscope,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.