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 France and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Cale to the electroclash 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Remains,
Cymande,
Nico,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kayak,
Black Flag,
Depeche Mode,
The Star Department,
Vladislav Delay,
Babytalk,
Fluxion,
Sister Nancy,
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cluster,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moleskins,
Dead Boys,
Black Bananas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rosa Yemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The United States of America,
Marc Almond,
Eden Ahbez,
Cheater Slicks,
The Raincoats,
John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Animal Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
Schoolly D,
Swell Maps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Starr,
Marmalade,
E-Dancer,
Trumans Water,
Todd Rundgren,
Joyce Sims,
Hoover,
Kerri Chandler,
the Association,
The Five Americans,
David Axelrod,
Wings,
Sex Pistols,
Unwound,
Flash Fearless,
Suburban Knight,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra,
Rites of Spring,
The Selecter,
Surgeon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Intrusion,
Absolute Body Control,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.