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 Seychelles and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Prince Buster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Kenny Larkin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Japan,
PIL,
The Martian,
Soul II Soul,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arcadia,
Donny Hathaway,
Rod Modell,
The Walker Brothers,
the Association,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suicide,
Black Pus,
a-ha,
the Swans,
Marc Almond,
The Smoke,
Dual Sessions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brass Construction,
The Slackers,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Mills,
Main Source,
John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chrome,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warsaw,
The Barracudas,
The Dead C,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Wyatt,
Swans,
Eli Mardock,
The Beau Brummels,
LL Cool J,
Maurizio,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra,
Maleditus Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Joey Negro,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Fraelich,
Aloha Tigers,
Bauhaus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lower 48,
Henry Cow,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.