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 Denmark and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rap 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Mission of Burma,
Massinfluence,
Black Pus,
Lower 48,
Second Layer,
Echospace,
The Techniques,
D'Angelo,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Franke,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Niagra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Schoolly D,
Siglo XX,
Flash Fearless,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Barracudas,
Sonic Youth,
Tubeway Army,
A Certain Ratio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
The Fortunes,
U.S. Maple,
Stiv Bators,
Don Cherry,
X-102,
Kerri Chandler,
Ludus,
X-Ray Spex,
Suicide,
Rosa Yemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Skarface,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Wasted Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slick Rick,
The Gap Band,
Japan,
Kayak,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacques Brel,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Count Five,
The Residents,
Newcleus,
Idris Muhammad,
Moebius,
The Golliwogs,
Rotary Connection,
Sandy B,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.