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 St Lucia and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shoche to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Symarip,
Dual Sessions,
Jacob Miller,
Blake Baxter,
The Gap Band,
The Birthday Party,
The Move,
Prince Buster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Inner City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Names,
The Victims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Surgeon,
Underground Resistance,
Shoche,
The Golliwogs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Buckinghams,
Oblivians,
Franke,
Brand Nubian,
The Standells,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra,
Nico,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Holt,
Leonard Cohen,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Qualms,
Television Personalities,
Gang Green,
The Zeros,
Unwound,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Severed Heads,
Pulsallama,
Scratch Acid,
Sandy B,
CMW,
Bobby Byrd,
the Human League,
Sällskapet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Carl Craig,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Walker Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Excepter,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.