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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 B.T. Express to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Blake Baxter,
The Vogues,
The Dead C,
The Birthday Party,
The Tremeloes,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra,
Los Fastidios,
Fad Gadget,
The Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-102,
Magazine,
John Lydon,
Delta 5,
Isaac Hayes,
The Invisible,
The Names,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brass Construction,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy,
Lower 48,
The Toasters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radio Birdman,
Yaz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Livin' Joy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wings,
The New Christs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
OOIOO,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Swans,
Harry Pussy,
Angry Samoans,
Josef K,
EPMD,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare,
Bluetip,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Malaria!,
Jandek,
Tom Boy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kaleidoscope,
Scion,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.