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 Comoros and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 LL Cool J to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Susan Cadogan,
The Trojans,
Index,
Lakeside,
Junior Murvin,
Zapp,
Minor Threat,
Average White Band,
The Victims,
Swell Maps,
Jawbox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dawn Penn,
The Leaves,
Black Bananas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Franke,
Lou Reed,
Ultra Naté,
The J.B.'s,
Lee Hazlewood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Misunderstood,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Clarke,
Absolute Body Control,
World's Most,
The Litter,
Rapeman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fela Kuti,
Eli Mardock,
Pussy Galore,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacques Brel,
Cal Tjader,
Flash Fearless,
Roxette,
The Techniques,
Joyce Sims,
MDC,
Supertramp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
Sexual Harrassment,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Real Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
The Golliwogs,
Procol Harum,
Kas Product,
Aural Exciters,
MC5,
Nas,
Motorama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.