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 Uganda and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
David Bowie,
Josef K,
Babytalk,
Stiv Bators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Wells,
Eric Copeland,
Organ,
Vladislav Delay,
Supertramp,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Audionom,
Kool Moe Dee,
R.M.O.,
Joy Division,
The Slits,
John Foxx,
The Black Dice,
the Normal,
Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick May,
Joe Smooth,
Slave,
Deadbeat,
Moss Icon,
Michelle Simonal,
Basic Channel,
Sonic Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ituana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ice-T,
Erykah Badu,
Brothers Johnson,
Monolake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flash Fearless,
the Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronan,
Henry Cow,
Country Teasers,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arthur Verocai,
Das Ding,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
OOIOO,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.