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 Iran and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Dual Sessions to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Heaven 17,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Kinks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Standells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Newcleus,
Fat Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dead C,
The Star Department,
Aaron Thompson,
The Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agitation Free,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q65,
David Bowie,
Hardrive,
Gang Green,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sonics,
Bill Near,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pere Ubu,
Maurizio,
Mandrill,
Chris & Cosey,
The American Breed,
Crime,
Joe Finger,
Nirvana,
The Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Busters,
Bad Manners,
Interpol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Accadde A,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Trojans,
Rod Modell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
These Immortal Souls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skarface,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.