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 Moldova and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Little Man to the grunge 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Althea and Donna,
The Remains,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Style,
China Crisis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boz Scaggs,
The Trojans,
The Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Roger Hodgson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Enemy,
Surgeon,
Suburban Knight,
Unwound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronnie Foster,
Motorama,
Bauhaus,
Donny Hathaway,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Flag,
Arthur Verocai,
Cal Tjader,
Brass Construction,
Nils Olav,
John Lydon,
Sugar Minott,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Mills,
Make Up,
Shuggie Otis,
Schoolly D,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Loose Ends,
Derrick May,
Visage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aswad,
Jacob Miller,
La Düsseldorf,
Parry Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Khruangbin,
The Count Five,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.