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 Monaco and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rap 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Blackbyrds,
Pere Ubu,
The Busters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Copeland,
Smog,
Public Enemy,
Cluster,
U.S. Maple,
Ludus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Theoretical Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic,
The Black Dice,
Thompson Twins,
Albert Ayler,
Agitation Free,
The Fuzztones,
Guru Guru,
Graham Central Station,
Ice-T,
Magazine,
Japan,
Accadde A,
Sexual Harrassment,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Urselle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Young Rascals,
Black Bananas,
Porter Ricks,
Laurel Aitken,
Heaven 17,
Section 25,
Desert Stars,
Slick Rick,
Bush Tetras,
Negative Approach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gong,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donald Byrd,
Maurizio,
Joy Division,
The Mojo Men,
Clear Light,
The Smiths,
Josef K,
PIL,
Godley & Creme,
Nils Olav,
E-Dancer,
Lakeside,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.