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 Serbia and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ronnie Foster to the techno 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Mills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blackbyrds,
Soulsonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Al Stewart,
Qualms,
Bluetip,
Japan,
Cameo,
Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gap Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Second Layer,
Black Moon,
Nik Kershaw,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Malaria!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moby Grape,
Ronnie Foster,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Velvet Underground,
Ituana,
Eve St. Jones,
Aural Exciters,
D'Angelo,
PIL,
Morten Harket,
Chris & Cosey,
Royal Trux,
Deepchord,
Erasure,
John Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Toasters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Human League,
U.S. Maple,
The New Christs,
Roxette,
Sight & Sound,
Deakin,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.