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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 kango's stein massive to the electroclash 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Oneida,
Ituana,
Liliput,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camberwell Now,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stereo Dub,
John Holt,
Henry Cow,
R.M.O.,
Tres Demented,
10cc,
Spoonie Gee,
Royal Trux,
The Gap Band,
Audionom,
Bootsy Collins,
Brothers Johnson,
Piero Umiliani,
Pole,
The Star Department,
The Smoke,
Kaleidoscope,
John Foxx,
Rekid,
Marcia Griffiths,
These Immortal Souls,
The Invisible,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Connie Case,
The Fortunes,
Derrick May,
Joe Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Barracudas,
Funky Four + One,
Essential Logic,
Symarip,
The Real Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
The New Christs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pagans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MC5,
Procol Harum,
Echospace,
The Offenders,
Ossler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxette,
David Bowie,
Inner City,
La Düsseldorf,
KRS-One,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.