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 Spain and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the jazz 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Selecter,
Kayak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scratch Acid,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Copeland,
Althea and Donna,
The Residents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jawbox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monks,
Smog,
Sällskapet,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Wake,
Minutemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Idris Muhammad,
Hot Snakes,
T. Rex,
Depeche Mode,
Camberwell Now,
Jacques Brel,
Camouflage,
John Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
Scrapy,
Man Parrish,
PIL,
The Techniques,
Sandy B,
The Names,
Ornette Coleman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Altered Images,
Mars,
Black Flag,
Mission of Burma,
Scientists,
Dual Sessions,
Malaria!,
Reagan Youth,
D'Angelo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barbara Tucker,
Michelle Simonal,
Wasted Youth,
The Trojans,
Dead Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.