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 Czech Republic and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Interpol 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Bob Dylan,
Fluxion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fugazi,
The Searchers,
Scrapy,
The Birthday Party,
Bronski Beat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dead C,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantaleimon,
Boredoms,
Fela Kuti,
The Red Krayola,
Byron Stingily,
Black Bananas,
Fatback Band,
Quadrant,
Subhumans,
Skarface,
Yazoo,
Moebius,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cramps,
Gang Green,
Jacques Brel,
DNA,
Duran Duran,
Deakin,
The United States of America,
E-Dancer,
These Immortal Souls,
Nico,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crooked Eye,
Depeche Mode,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quando Quango,
Robert Görl,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pole,
Quantec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Icehouse,
John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxette,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
AZ,
Tommy Roe,
Intrusion,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.