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 Ethiopia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Sister Nancy to the grime 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
Fear,
The Smoke,
Simply Red,
Stereo Dub,
Joensuu 1685,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anthony Braxton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Urselle,
T. Rex,
Franke,
Circle Jerks,
Nas,
Fluxion,
In Retrospect,
the Germs,
Hasil Adkins,
Minny Pops,
This Heat,
Public Enemy,
E-Dancer,
The Move,
Quantec,
KRS-One,
Johnny Clarke,
John Lydon,
New York Dolls,
Pagans,
Chrome,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Near,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fortunes,
Ponytail,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ituana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Kaleidoscope,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Hill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monochrome Set,
Clear Light,
Nick Fraelich,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Black Dice,
Q and Not U,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.