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 Kyrgyzstan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slave to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Godley & Creme,
The Gories,
Roxy Music,
Bad Manners,
The Stooges,
Janne Schatter,
Au Pairs,
The Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Banda Bassotti,
the Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
The Busters,
Minor Threat,
Grauzone,
Anthony Braxton,
Blossom Toes,
Ice-T,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DNA,
E-Dancer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Mills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skriet,
Lou Christie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Metal Thangz,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scrapy,
MDC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faraquet,
Jawbox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rosa Yemen,
Vainqueur,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cameo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lower 48,
The Barracudas,
The Raincoats,
Robert Hood,
Fluxion,
Make Up,
Camberwell Now,
Maurizio,
Young Marble Giants,
Youth Brigade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.