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 Ivory Coast and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Half Japanese to the disco 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Mummies,
Scion,
Unrelated Segments,
Wire,
Prince Buster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Qualms,
Soul II Soul,
Clear Light,
Brothers Johnson,
H. Thieme,
Metal Thangz,
Mad Mike,
Jandek,
Cal Tjader,
New York Dolls,
Ossler,
The Human League,
DNA,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deadbeat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Sixth Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Deakin,
The Young Rascals,
Khruangbin,
Minny Pops,
Althea and Donna,
Gichy Dan,
Scientists,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alphaville,
Ken Boothe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Y Pants,
Andrew Hill,
Negative Approach,
B.T. Express,
Joy Division,
The Toasters,
The Techniques,
Bobby Womack,
Pussy Galore,
D'Angelo,
Crash Course in Science,
Circle Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Boogie Down Productions,
MDC,
The Kinks,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.