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 Vietnam and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Swans to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Rufus Thomas,
Schoolly D,
K-Klass,
Kaleidoscope,
Morten Harket,
DJ Sneak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
CMW,
The Pretty Things,
Stetsasonic,
La Düsseldorf,
Judy Mowatt,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Vogues,
The Divine Comedy,
DNA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reagan Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonic Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Dark Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Model 500,
Maleditus Sound,
New Order,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Massinfluence,
Scientists,
Lalann,
Hot Snakes,
The Evens,
The Human League,
World's Most,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echospace,
Monolake,
Nils Olav,
Lakeside,
The Litter,
Dave Gahan,
The Selecter,
Slave,
Television Personalities,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sam Rivers,
Erasure,
the Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
Faust,
The Young Rascals,
Brick,
Deakin,
Darondo,
The Five Americans,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.