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 South Africa and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bob Dylan to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Terry,
Lalann,
The Pretty Things,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young,
Lee Hazlewood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Walker Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
The Saints,
Deadbeat,
Oneida,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Halsall,
Rosa Yemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Rekid,
Bootsy Collins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
T. Rex,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Selecter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jawbox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Pus,
Pagans,
a-ha,
Q and Not U,
The Fall,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Blancmange,
Lucky Dragons,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Searchers,
The Mojo Men,
Kevin Saunderson,
Loose Ends,
Minutemen,
Ituana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Moon,
Supertramp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
F. McDonald,
John Holt,
Laurel Aitken,
Lyres,
Smog,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.