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 Philippines and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Half Japanese to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Index,
Brothers Johnson,
John Holt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-Ray Spex,
Make Up,
Subhumans,
Whodini,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
The Offenders,
The Wake,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Absolute Body Control,
Pagans,
Icehouse,
The Gories,
Maleditus Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masters at Work,
Quantec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cheater Slicks,
Heaven 17,
Fatback Band,
The Walker Brothers,
The Star Department,
Alton Ellis,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unwound,
Letta Mbulu,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Lynne,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
U.S. Maple,
June of 44,
The Victims,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül,
the Slits,
Fear,
The Remains,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Guru Guru,
David Bowie,
Agitation Free,
The Sonics,
Second Layer,
The Slits,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.