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 Azerbaijan and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yellowson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Wire,
Pole,
E-Dancer,
Joe Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Franke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joey Negro,
Mad Mike,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Axelrod,
The Zeros,
Jeff Mills,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Junior Murvin,
The Black Dice,
Aloha Tigers,
Von Mondo,
ABBA,
Lower 48,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Misunderstood,
Magma,
Bluetip,
Brick,
Spandau Ballet,
Oblivians,
Gang Starr,
Excepter,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
La Düsseldorf,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mars,
Quantec,
Hardrive,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Offenders,
The Slits,
Loose Ends,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dennis Brown,
Massinfluence,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dave Gahan,
Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jawbox,
The Dirtbombs,
Pulsallama,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cramps,
PIL,
Procol Harum,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.