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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Buzzcocks to the crunk 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Kayak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Loose Ends,
Brothers Johnson,
Ten City,
LL Cool J,
Skarface,
Little Man,
Deakin,
Half Japanese,
Crooked Eye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masters at Work,
Sight & Sound,
The Cramps,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Patti Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
Hashim,
Sonic Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
48th St. Collective,
the Association,
The Zeros,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Buzzcocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blackbyrds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young,
Davy DMX,
Deadbeat,
Bronski Beat,
World's Most,
Stiv Bators,
Freddie Wadling,
Warsaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
T. Rex,
Cymande,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Porter Ricks,
Magazine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Offenders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Velvet Underground,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.