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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thompson Twins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shuggie Otis,
Camberwell Now,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aural Exciters,
Reagan Youth,
The Raincoats,
Television Personalities,
Gabor Szabo,
The Tremeloes,
Blancmange,
Sixth Finger,
Radio Birdman,
Brothers Johnson,
Idris Muhammad,
Wings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Duran Duran,
Unrelated Segments,
Moss Icon,
Subhumans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fugs,
Motorama,
Basic Channel,
Judy Mowatt,
Sandy B,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harmonia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lightning Bolt,
Saccharine Trust,
Sparks,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yellowson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delta 5,
Crash Course in Science,
Nas,
Zapp,
DJ Style,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minor Threat,
Derrick Morgan,
Sarah Menescal,
Gong,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zero Boys,
Skarface,
Tres Demented,
The Moleskins,
The Fortunes,
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx,
Donny Hathaway,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.