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 Tanzania and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Foxx to the rock 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Scion,
Goldenarms,
Arab on Radar,
James White and The Blacks,
Barrington Levy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cure,
The Dirtbombs,
Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Music Machine,
Pole,
Gang Starr,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doors,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalann,
Audionom,
Quando Quango,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Real Kids,
Quadrant,
Blake Baxter,
Anakelly,
Freddie Wadling,
Mark Hollis,
Pantytec,
Jandek,
DJ Style,
Bush Tetras,
the Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Archie Shepp,
New Age Steppers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Patti Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Vogues,
Deakin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spandau Ballet,
Boredoms,
Harmonia,
Heaven 17,
Delta 5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maurizio,
Anthony Braxton,
Lyres,
Roxy Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pulsallama,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed,
Excepter,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.