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 Syria and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fear to the rock 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare,
The Barracudas,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Sherman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Josef K,
The Evens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skaos,
The Gories,
Sound Behaviour,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rekid,
The United States of America,
PIL,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agent Orange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantaleimon,
Motorama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Inner City,
The Fall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Whodini,
Angry Samoans,
JFA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Bourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra,
Suicide,
The Invisible,
Swell Maps,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Golliwogs,
Ten City,
Todd Terry,
Robert Görl,
Porter Ricks,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker,
Alphaville,
ABC,
David McCallum,
Dual Sessions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erasure,
Wolf Eyes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siglo XX,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.