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 Albania and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Altered Images to the rap 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Divine Comedy,
Josef K,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yusef Lateef,
X-Ray Spex,
The Count Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
CMW,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reagan Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed,
Silicon Teens,
Deakin,
Tom Boy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Little Man,
Lalann,
Outsiders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Monolake,
La Düsseldorf,
L. Decosne,
Los Fastidios,
Carl Craig,
Youth Brigade,
Royal Trux,
Interpol,
The Velvet Underground,
Mars,
Ultravox,
Mantronix,
Hashim,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Evens,
Surgeon,
Joe Smooth,
Massinfluence,
New Age Steppers,
Sixth Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
Dark Day,
T. Rex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Buzzcocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Infiniti,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.