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 Colombia and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 a-ha to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faust,
Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Pussy Galore,
Groovy Waters,
Ronan,
Blossom Toes,
Joensuu 1685,
the Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Traffic Nightmare,
Half Japanese,
Alton Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Accadde A,
X-102,
The Smiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Mills,
Second Layer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minor Threat,
The Barracudas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Freddie Wadling,
John Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blues Magoos,
Lee Hazlewood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faraquet,
Supertramp,
La Düsseldorf,
Juan Atkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Happenings,
Ituana,
The American Breed,
Nas,
The Dirtbombs,
Sex Pistols,
Little Man,
The Slits,
Babytalk,
Rapeman,
Skaos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Intrusion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fear,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.