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 Gabon and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Royal Trux to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stetsasonic,
Pylon,
Anakelly,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Metal Thangz,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry's Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tomorrow,
Fear,
The Invisible,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cheater Slicks,
Gichy Dan,
Dead Boys,
Trumans Water,
Lucky Dragons,
Hot Snakes,
the Bar-Kays,
Piero Umiliani,
DNA,
A Certain Ratio,
Scion,
Niagra,
Magazine,
The Wake,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Sneak,
The Velvet Underground,
Agitation Free,
Eurythmics,
Sonic Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Loose Ends,
Flipper,
Peter & Gordon,
Subhumans,
The Cowsills,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
Lungfish,
Negative Approach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angry Samoans,
X-Ray Spex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Red Krayola,
Au Pairs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Basic Channel,
Arthur Verocai,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare,
Silicon Teens,
Ohio Players,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Age Steppers,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.