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 Lyon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Chris Corsano to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Durutti Column,
Slick Rick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ossler,
The Zeros,
Joensuu 1685,
Icehouse,
Zapp,
The Detroit Cobras,
OOIOO,
Pierre Henry,
Pantaleimon,
Marvin Gaye,
Minnie Riperton,
Depeche Mode,
Marine Girls,
New Order,
X-102,
Quando Quango,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Style,
Nico,
The Slackers,
Hardrive,
Royal Trux,
The Fuzztones,
Urselle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sällskapet,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed,
Mandrill,
David Axelrod,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Lynne,
Ludus,
The Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Grass Roots,
Average White Band,
Bill Near,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-Ray Spex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Age Steppers,
Metal Thangz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Connie Case,
Barrington Levy,
Livin' Joy,
Laurel Aitken,
The American Breed,
The Victims,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.