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 India and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fear to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Toni Rubio,
Tubeway Army,
Aaron Thompson,
Radio Birdman,
Oneida,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James White and The Blacks,
Malaria!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skaos,
The Searchers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T. Rex,
Lalann,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cowsills,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zapp,
The Blackbyrds,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drexciya,
Wings,
Lower 48,
Siglo XX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fluxion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angry Samoans,
the Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
John Holt,
The Trojans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mantronix,
Ponytail,
Vladislav Delay,
Stereo Dub,
The Remains,
The Monochrome Set,
Inner City,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.