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 Montenegro and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Masters at Work to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Liliput,
The American Breed,
Sugar Minott,
Severed Heads,
Crispy Ambulance,
Supertramp,
Hoover,
Technova,
Rotary Connection,
New Order,
X-Ray Spex,
The Beau Brummels,
Brick,
The Blackbyrds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
cv313,
Boz Scaggs,
Section 25,
Marc Almond,
Eric Copeland,
Davy DMX,
Slave,
Tom Boy,
Pagans,
Grey Daturas,
Soul II Soul,
Scientists,
Thee Headcoats,
Yellowson,
Symarip,
Mission of Burma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Silicon Teens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pylon,
the Swans,
the Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
FM Einheit,
The Zeros,
Rites of Spring,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Zero Boys,
Cameo,
Rapeman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed,
Niagra,
Drexciya,
Minny Pops,
MDC,
Unwound,
Country Teasers,
The Fuzztones,
Crime,
Barry Ungar,
Trumans Water,
Monks,
The Index,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.