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 Kazakhstan and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Massinfluence to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Shadows of Knight,
H. Thieme,
Inner City,
Barry Ungar,
Brand Nubian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Henry Cow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ponytail,
Mo-Dettes,
Hot Snakes,
Parry Music,
Soulsonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Skriet,
Franke,
The Blackbyrds,
Newcleus,
PIL,
Todd Rundgren,
Metal Thangz,
The Moleskins,
Cameo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
Surgeon,
the Slits,
The Motions,
Unwound,
Connie Case,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donny Hathaway,
Clear Light,
R.M.O.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Sight & Sound,
The Vogues,
Television,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crime,
Jacob Miller,
Qualms,
Colin Newman,
Wolf Eyes,
The United States of America,
Altered Images,
Cymande,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Easy Going,
Barrington Levy,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultravox,
a-ha,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sixth Finger,
Wire,
Pulsallama,
Liliput,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.