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 Ireland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radiohead to the electroclash 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Bill Wells,
Rekid,
Livin' Joy,
Pere Ubu,
Slick Rick,
Average White Band,
Piero Umiliani,
E-Dancer,
The Beau Brummels,
Josef K,
Howard Jones,
June Days,
Accadde A,
Kaleidoscope,
Stockholm Monsters,
Byron Stingily,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang On A Can,
T. Rex,
Matthew Bourne,
Dennis Brown,
David Bowie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ten City,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spandau Ballet,
Crooked Eye,
The Standells,
Carl Craig,
Michelle Simonal,
Royal Trux,
Easy Going,
Joe Smooth,
the Association,
Nirvana,
Outsiders,
Lucky Dragons,
John Foxx,
The Grass Roots,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Danielle Patucci,
kango's stein massive,
LL Cool J,
Intrusion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy Collins,
Quando Quango,
Metal Thangz,
The Trojans,
Tres Demented,
Joey Negro,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scan 7,
Sonic Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ice-T,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.