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 Kosovo and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxy Music,
Boredoms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Motorama,
Camberwell Now,
Bluetip,
The Dead C,
Goldenarms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MC5,
Sarah Menescal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Y Pants,
The Young Rascals,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hot Snakes,
Guru Guru,
David Bowie,
The Barracudas,
Masters at Work,
David McCallum,
ABC,
Sister Nancy,
Minutemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ten City,
Circle Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
F. McDonald,
The Music Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Scratch Acid,
Simply Red,
Livin' Joy,
The Martian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Qualms,
Danielle Patucci,
Kaleidoscope,
Supertramp,
Crash Course in Science,
Animal Collective,
DJ Style,
Patti Smith,
Trumans Water,
Darondo,
Organ,
Sam Rivers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Main Source,
The Toasters,
The Searchers,
Rosa Yemen,
Scientists,
Soft Machine,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.