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 Tuvalu and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 James White and The Blacks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Ohio Players,
Young Marble Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Kevin Saunderson,
June of 44,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
OOIOO,
Procol Harum,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Flag,
Talk Talk,
Thompson Twins,
Niagra,
Bronski Beat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alton Ellis,
Cameo,
Skaos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Mills,
Sandy B,
Stereo Dub,
UT,
Funky Four + One,
Michelle Simonal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Prince Buster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pierre Henry,
Smog,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Searchers,
The Count Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Ice-T,
X-102,
Desert Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Alarm Clocks,
Scrapy,
The Black Dice,
Lou Christie,
These Immortal Souls,
Cymande,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joey Negro,
Severed Heads,
The Happenings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.