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 Thailand and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Dual Sessions to the crunk 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Depeche Mode,
T. Rex,
Barbara Tucker,
Carl Craig,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Darondo,
Grey Daturas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Count Five,
Wasted Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fugs,
Livin' Joy,
Stiv Bators,
Main Source,
Vladislav Delay,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oblivians,
Brass Construction,
The Leaves,
Eden Ahbez,
Dead Boys,
PIL,
Marshall Jefferson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aswad,
Franke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Parry Music,
Rekid,
Scott Walker,
Peter and Kerry,
Traffic Nightmare,
H. Thieme,
Camberwell Now,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brothers Johnson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Flag,
Soft Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joy Division,
Crime,
Slick Rick,
The Walker Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Techniques,
Sam Rivers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Birthday Party,
Minnie Riperton,
Fat Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pere Ubu,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.