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 El Salvador and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Letta Mbulu,
Yellowson,
L. Decosne,
Thompson Twins,
Crash Course in Science,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry's Kids,
China Crisis,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Surgeon,
Bobby Womack,
Silicon Teens,
Ludus,
Skarface,
Scrapy,
The Selecter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fugs,
The Techniques,
Brand Nubian,
Godley & Creme,
Eurythmics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wasted Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dawn Penn,
Arcadia,
Arthur Verocai,
Inner City,
H. Thieme,
Motorama,
Ten City,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris Corsano,
Gong,
Janne Schatter,
John Cale,
Kas Product,
Slave,
Fela Kuti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Flag,
Los Fastidios,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick May,
Rotary Connection,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Green,
Ken Boothe,
Alton Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
cv313,
Zero Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.