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 Malaysia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bluetip to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
John Lydon,
Dead Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fluxion,
Arcadia,
June Days,
Al Stewart,
Mantronix,
Interpol,
Althea and Donna,
Supertramp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dead C,
Drive Like Jehu,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Young Rascals,
Stetsasonic,
Organ,
Y Pants,
Heaven 17,
Ituana,
Donny Hathaway,
Ossler,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Hood,
Cymande,
Prince Buster,
Soft Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Sun City Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Davy DMX,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cure,
MC5,
Subhumans,
Funkadelic,
Stiv Bators,
Funky Four + One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonic Youth,
Urselle,
Bootsy Collins,
Bauhaus,
Mars,
Pierre Henry,
Peter & Gordon,
Vainqueur,
Shuggie Otis,
Bronski Beat,
New Order,
Youth Brigade,
Sam Rivers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.