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 Croatia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 The Gun Club to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Trumans Water,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed,
Aural Exciters,
The J.B.'s,
The Flesh Eaters,
Althea and Donna,
Dead Boys,
Hashim,
Piero Umiliani,
Deepchord,
The Names,
U.S. Maple,
Sixth Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pop Group,
A Certain Ratio,
Alton Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
The Moleskins,
Soft Machine,
Japan,
Juan Atkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantytec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minor Threat,
Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Lydon,
Lalann,
Gang Starr,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul II Soul,
Newcleus,
The Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Graham Central Station,
La Düsseldorf,
Carl Craig,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
OOIOO,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kurtis Blow,
T.S.O.L.,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thompson Twins,
The Birthday Party,
The Count Five,
The Zeros,
Sonic Youth,
Malaria!,
David Bowie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unwound,
The Red Krayola,
Wally Richardson,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.