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 Venezuela and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dave Clark Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Youth Brigade,
Lyres,
Tubeway Army,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Smooth,
Subhumans,
Talk Talk,
Slave,
Mark Hollis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rufus Thomas,
James White and The Blacks,
Stereo Dub,
Agent Orange,
the Germs,
The Wake,
The United States of America,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
PIL,
Joe Finger,
Skarface,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Delon & Dalcan,
Altered Images,
Pylon,
The Leaves,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fad Gadget,
The Sound,
Anakelly,
48th St. Collective,
Public Enemy,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick Morgan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Organ,
Aural Exciters,
In Retrospect,
DJ Sneak,
The Happenings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Young Rascals,
Severed Heads,
Quadrant,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.