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 Greece and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Inner City to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Subhumans,
OOIOO,
Slave,
Scott Walker,
Country Teasers,
The Barracudas,
Vladislav Delay,
Underground Resistance,
Graham Central Station,
Lalann,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deakin,
The Gories,
Livin' Joy,
X-102,
Aswad,
the Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Sight & Sound,
The Music Machine,
Public Enemy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terry Callier,
Youth Brigade,
The American Breed,
The Raincoats,
Erasure,
Aural Exciters,
Rufus Thomas,
Lower 48,
kango's stein massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June of 44,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Names,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare,
Section 25,
Sparks,
The Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Germs,
Stiv Bators,
Soul II Soul,
the Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Anakelly,
John Foxx,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
The Dirtbombs,
The Velvet Underground,
The Tremeloes,
Bauhaus,
Marmalade,
Brick,
Half Japanese,
Negative Approach,
Kaleidoscope,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.