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 Vanuatu and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Warren Ellis to the electroclash 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Simply Red,
Lou Christie,
Scrapy,
The Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agitation Free,
Piero Umiliani,
The United States of America,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blake Baxter,
Los Fastidios,
the Swans,
The Smiths,
Black Flag,
R.M.O.,
Kurtis Blow,
the Germs,
Lower 48,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rod Modell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nas,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moleskins,
Television Personalities,
Minor Threat,
Eve St. Jones,
Outsiders,
Index,
Unrelated Segments,
ABBA,
Swell Maps,
Monks,
The Raincoats,
Morten Harket,
The Cowsills,
Fatback Band,
Sparks,
Jerry's Kids,
Quando Quango,
Stetsasonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Panda Bear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wings,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Almond,
June Days,
Parry Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unwound,
Sonic Youth,
cv313,
Hasil Adkins,
Motorama,
Dark Day,
Ultravox,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.