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 Antigua and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Vladislav Delay to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Moby Grape,
Television Personalities,
Sound Behaviour,
The Evens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Human League,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronan,
Stereo Dub,
Crime,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Terry,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxette,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swell Maps,
Delta 5,
Vainqueur,
The Vogues,
The Grass Roots,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The New Christs,
Lindisfarne,
Rekid,
The Pretty Things,
Mandrill,
Lakeside,
Joe Finger,
Grauzone,
Mad Mike,
Rufus Thomas,
Toni Rubio,
The Doors,
Ludus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moss Icon,
The Skatalites,
Dave Gahan,
Eurythmics,
Tres Demented,
The Buckinghams,
The Leaves,
The Fugs,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rosa Yemen,
R.M.O.,
Bush Tetras,
Talk Talk,
John Lydon,
The Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Yusef Lateef,
Barrington Levy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brothers Johnson,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.