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 Jamaica and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Lalann to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
David Axelrod,
Cheater Slicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blossom Toes,
U.S. Maple,
The Move,
The Seeds,
The Gories,
Harry Pussy,
John Holt,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fear,
Joe Finger,
Tears for Fears,
ABC,
LL Cool J,
Silicon Teens,
The Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
China Crisis,
Neil Young,
Soul Sonic Force,
Main Source,
CMW,
Johnny Osbourne,
Urselle,
Scientists,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
Grauzone,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Names,
Johnny Clarke,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moleskins,
Stetsasonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Ice-T,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Wyatt,
Funky Four + One,
Delta 5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jandek,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Index,
Soft Machine,
Gang Starr,
The Wake,
Thee Headcoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slave,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.