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 Nigeria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
OOIOO,
The Cowsills,
The Martian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joyce Sims,
Technova,
David Bowie,
Heaven 17,
CMW,
Sixth Finger,
Make Up,
Fluxion,
Charles Mingus,
Bronski Beat,
The Slackers,
the Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
the Germs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dual Sessions,
John Holt,
Eurythmics,
The Searchers,
Kayak,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Busters,
The Mojo Men,
Gichy Dan,
Tommy Roe,
The Blues Magoos,
Index,
KRS-One,
Bobby Sherman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agitation Free,
Animal Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Agent Orange,
Spoonie Gee,
Ornette Coleman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Kinks,
The Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Swell Maps,
Boz Scaggs,
Juan Atkins,
Kas Product,
Fugazi,
Arcadia,
Inner City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Buzzcocks,
Marmalade,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.