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 Sri Lanka and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Lyres to the crunk 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama 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?
Bluetip,
The Angels of Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
CMW,
Chrome,
Gang of Four,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Swans,
Lakeside,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Order,
The Mummies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Archie Shepp,
Cymande,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Mandrill,
Index,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Pole,
Soft Cell,
The Victims,
T. Rex,
EPMD,
PIL,
The Dirtbombs,
MC5,
Lyres,
Cluster,
Faraquet,
Eddi Front,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bob Dylan,
Camberwell Now,
The Cramps,
Scrapy,
Bauhaus,
Gregory Isaacs,
H. Thieme,
The Remains,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Sneak,
Niagra,
The Five Americans,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Machine,
Negative Approach,
Supertramp,
Laurel Aitken,
Oneida,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zero Boys,
The Zeros,
Rekid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.