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 Indonesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Urselle 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Birthday Party,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Subhumans,
R.M.O.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mojo Men,
Bush Tetras,
Maleditus Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantytec,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra,
Barbara Tucker,
Letta Mbulu,
Fela Kuti,
Erasure,
Absolute Body Control,
Siglo XX,
Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Audionom,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Foxx,
Lou Christie,
Wally Richardson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
K-Klass,
Harpers Bizarre,
Index,
The Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Human League,
Mission of Burma,
The Raincoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Age Steppers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Womack,
Zero Boys,
Skriet,
Boz Scaggs,
Cameo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
Royal Trux,
Dennis Brown,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minny Pops,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June Days,
The Move,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.