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 Greece and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 E-Dancer to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Residents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Selecter,
Aloha Tigers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Wells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Mills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Section 25,
Roxy Music,
kango's stein massive,
Little Man,
Aaron Thompson,
David Bowie,
Lou Christie,
Leonard Cohen,
Bluetip,
Joensuu 1685,
Anakelly,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Leaves,
Sugar Minott,
Cal Tjader,
Sällskapet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aural Exciters,
Colin Newman,
Quando Quango,
Royal Trux,
Todd Terry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Matthew Halsall,
Roger Hodgson,
The Techniques,
Gong,
The Five Americans,
Thompson Twins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ohio Players,
Underground Resistance,
China Crisis,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Lydon,
Ten City,
Spoonie Gee,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.